18/02/2026
Last week, me (El Presidente) and Ale (El Secretario Social) had a chat about our SU situation, and I told him weâd had a decent oneâŚ
Sunday: We arrived at the pitch wondering why the goals were bent like Bonnie Blue. Readings 1s didnât seem to like them either, maybe they thought the frames had seen too much action. Personally, I think they were just intimidated by us, especially Moriz and his innocent face, who later bent them over.
Now onto the âfriendlyâ. We lined up with Raf up front, Tristan and Aadiv on the wings, Callum at the back, and Sei in goal. We started strong, penetrating through their defence, and Tristan opened the scoring. During the first half I (El Presidente) was flicked by a Mexican snack, although he was Argentinian, by the way (you know who you are đ). Personally, I love nachos, so no complaints. Good lad, really. A flurry of fouls earned Raf his first goal from the penalty spot, thanks for the pickles you bought me, I hope ur snus is fine. Half-time score: 4â2 to them.
Second half: Rex seemed more interested in their legs than the ball and nearly got himself slapped by their very large fixed (mustâve been on his period). Their keeper (Their El Presidente) probably shouldâve been sent off for a scandalous handball outside the box.
Then came the cumback. A beautiful one. In the dying minutes we led 6-7. Six Sevennn, Six Sevennnn. I tried to lock it down, ordering the team to park the bus. But Moriz had other ideas and gave them one last back shot. Final score: 8â6.
Up the ding đď¸!