No Surrender! Milner Score Late to Save Brexit

It is a sad fact that familiarity often breeds contempt.

Milner Street have now faced Stevo Rangers three time. Judging by the testiness of Monday’s encounter, it would be fair to say that both teams are heartily sick of the sight of each other. Stevo seem to have little patience for Milner Street’s habit of playing skilful, honest, entertaining football. Milner Street are likewise tired of Stevo’s penchant for ankle taps, bad sportsmanship and diving.

It came as no surprise that the Theatre of Dreams was treated to a gritty encounter rather than a balletic performance. There is little love to be lost. Within the first two minutes, Beech had clashed with Stevo’s moron-in-chief, Gallagher had been chopped down from behind, and JJ had the shirt almost ripped from his back. However, our friends and partners from Europe are making progress: they failed to conspicuously foul Bryson. It is on this slim hope that our aspirations for agreement are based. They will, eventually, have to accede to a comprehensive deal on the rules.

Despite going behind, Milner Street again refused to endorse any form of Surrender Bill. Gallagher got the boys in white back on terms with a signature jinking run and calm finish, under significant pressure from a blizzard of swiping legs. The Supreme Court ref decided that the fouls were judiciable, but that the advantage rule should apply (an 11-0 verdict). The lack of judicial activism was in this case, welcome.

The artist formerly known as Fred then demonstrated why he is a shoe-in for the Powerleague team of year. Collecting the ball after Beech charged down a corner, our man ran the length of the pitch before slotting home. Absolute quality.

Defensive errors then allowed an underserving Stevo to equalise, but the result was never in doubt.

Again, the difference maker was Gallagher. Another jinking run. A goal at the death to seal the points.

This reporter is tired of having to look at Stevo. But by golly, it feels good to beat them. Are you listening, Jean-Claude Juncker? Donald Tusk, are you listening? You boys took a hell of beating, and Brexit the match was saved.