The PEW Cup Final Tie
ETK M 1730 F Construchöen S. B.
Dave Edvartz Steve Barnyard
Jon Vakkerman Ted Who's
Kev Mottë Guv Horseman
Klaus Weiss Phil Nobhurts
Robin Edmuntz Den Wintner
Peter Norey Alf Darnit
Willhelm Forster Paul Puddle
Stiv Foxöen Ian Ratin
Jon Simpsöen Dave Howlow
Dave Pilsner Des Bull (some cows in french)
Georgie Glocken Jolly Jack Tarr
Lee Von Brockenheim Major Rhodes (Ahead)
Black shorts Not Black shorts
White shirts Not White shirts
Black Stockings Pop socks
T. B. DeSided (France)
Team Profile :
Edwartz : A seasoned veteran, one of the magnificent seven remaining from the team that won 4-2 in the superb final of 4 years ago. The man about whom Brian Clough said "who ?". Known to keep a spare ball under his shirt.
Vakkerman : Tactician, schemer, team coach, manager, boot boy, midfield general, and doesn't play if it's muddy. A new boy to last times team. Will prove his worth at full time by buying the first round.
Mottë : An all-round sportsman, but he's on a diet to cure that.
Weiss : Grandad of the team, who says that he saw Stanley Matthews play for Blackpool whilst a boy. Although F.A. records say that Sir Stan was grown up when he played for Blackpool.
Edmuntz : La Loon. Transferred from Starfleet Command early in the season.
Norey : Sometimes called Peter.
Forster : Our Willy. This man, although getting on in years, continues to surprise most of his team. An inspiration to us all as long as he stays off the gin & tonic (ice & slice).
Foxöen - Nice chap with a lovely little bum. On hand throughout the match as resident First Aider, Brain Surgeon & Blood Donor, an event at which he received his first brooch early this season.
Simpsöen : Slim, fit, and immaculately turned out (why has he been picked) a new man to the team. Yet to justify his transfer fee of 20 No. 6.
Beere : A lot may be said about ol' wingnut but shant.
Bell : Main force of the front line who gains extra height by lacquering his quiff. Beware the oversize boots, which also serve to flatten the pitch.