THE STEADY MARCH UP THE TABLE CONTINUES

When the culture of Holland meets the passion of Spain, something amazing happens!
It started off as a night shrouded in uncertainty - would our opponents be able to navigate their way across London during a tube strike? Conversations before the match had led Don Buonaguidi to suggest they'd struggle to navigate their way to the other side of a room, so it was a pleasant surprise to find them all there as we arrived.
The match began with the Nuriator, our Catalunyan Galactico, against Barry - the opposition number 1. Boasting of a 70% average in Division 2, he took to the table expecting to win. The game ebbed and flowed with some fantastic defence by the Nuriator. However her attacking game wasn't firing on all cylinders and she lost in 5 sets to a relieved opponent.
Braveheart next up, and a routine 4 set victory. With Dutch hardcore stuck on a tube it was the Nuriator next to the table. Bish! bash! bosh! A great victory in 3 quick sets and she's off the mark with her first league victory. Her poor victim then had to contend with Dutch Hardcore and his sholid-gold bat. Not a contest that will live long in the memory, as he was bludgeoned half to death. 'Taxi for Saeed!' bayed the audience.
Watching that Dutch Masterclass, oppo captain Barry visibly whitened. At this point he then started complaining that Frank was too good for our division and should be playing in internationals like Sherwin. He knew his proud 100% record in the league was gonna take a pounding. He didn't realise how quickly though! He was next up vs McKellar and after four sets of being out-served, out smashed, and out thought he had to sit back down a beaten man, with Braveheart dishing out a masterclass of aggressive attacking with a level of violence more often seen in Sauchiehall street on a Saturday night at pub closing time. A few more one-sided thrashings ensued before another trademark 5 set epic from Nuria ended in unfortunate defeat and we headed into the doubles 7-2 up.
Braveheart was unfortunately injured in his second match victory, and this prevented him playing in the doubles, meaning the Spanish-Dutch alliance took to the table. There was a frisson of tension as they took to the floor - would the simmering animosity from the World Cup final have dissipated sufficiently for them to concentrate on beating up the opponents rather than each other? In a word, yes. They played brilliantly, completely outclassing the now demoralised opponents who were left with nothing to look forward to apart from a 3 hour journey home to the back of beyond, courtesy of Mr Robert Crow. For all we know, they might still be on that tube.
So there we have it, another masterclass from the Karmarama Galacticos and an excellent 8-2 victory. That's 4 wins from 5, and we've still to play the crappiest teams in the division. We're looking good for promotion.