Summer league match 11

On a sunny Wellington afternoon, Frothers FC, resplendent in their signature purple, faced off against Lazy Sunday, decked out in green and apparently assembling a dream team of Cap 1 mercenaries. The day began with a classic Frothers scramble—starting with only five confirmed players just hours before kickoff—but miraculously, three subs appeared as if conjured by divine intervention.

First Half

The game kicked off with both teams evenly matched, trading blows like a heavyweight boxing bout. Frothers fought valiantly, holding their own despite Lazy Sunday’s suspiciously stacked lineup. The first half was a showcase of tight defense and missed opportunities on both ends.

But then, calamity struck. A minor misstep in Frothers’ defense gave Lazy Sunday the opening they needed. With clinical precision, they slotted one past Ryan, breaking the deadlock and deflating Frothers’ spirits like a flat beach ball.

0-1

Second Half

Determined to turn things around, Farshid unleashed his inner master tactician at halftime. He nagged Yarride into putting him up front, declaring himself the human shield that would stop Frothers from scoring.

The strategy lasted all of five minutes before Dylan delivered a jaw-dropping cross straight to Dylan Ringin (Stable). The chemistry between the Dylans was undeniable, and the latter tapped it in with the ease of ordering a Sunday brunch.

1-1.

Lazy Sunday, undeterred, pushed hard for a winner. Their relentless pressure paid off during a corner kick. A lofted cross to the far post found an unmarked player who nodded the ball in for a 2-1 lead. Frothers were left collectively questioning why marking on corners was suddenly optional.

1-2

Frothers did their best to claw back into the game, with several near misses and valiant efforts, but ultimately, the result remained 2-1. The silver lining? Frothers proudly secured their spot in Division 2 with no risk of promotion—exactly as planned, right? “Play great, come third” is the quote of the day.

Motm

Dylan, for his midfield dominance and a Di María-esque assist that was so good it could make a grown man weep.

Dotd

Farshid, because it’s been a while, and sometimes you just need to remind everyone who the reigning champion of DOTD is.