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Sheffield Wed.
Pressman, Nolan, Atherton,
Walker (Haslam 77), Hinchcliffe,
Alexandersson (Sonner 68), Jonk, Horne
(Cresswell 86), Quinn, Booth, De Bilde.
Subs Not Used: Sibon, Srnicek.
Goals: Quinn 14, Booth 40,
Alexandersson 49, De Bilde 61.
Leicester: Arphexad,
Sinclair, Elliott,
Gilchrist (Walsh 46), Impey (Oakes 46),
Lennon, Izzet, Savage, Guppy, Cottee
(Marshall 69), Eadie.
Subs not used:
Price, Zagorakis.
Attendance 21,656
Ref D Elleray.
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Sheffield Wednesday 4 Leicester
City 0.
Life's a Beach!!!!
Peter Gilbert 14.5.00.
The warm Caribbean Sea lapped round his pale ankles, he sipped
at his ice cool rum punch and sank back into the silver sand.
He looked a lonely figure there on the beach with his muscular
frame standing out among the other men in the vicinity. His face
looked tired - it had been a long flight but he still looked
attractive, a bit special somehow. He slipped his shades down
his nose and he peered over them, he swung his head round and
a beautiful young dusky coloured woman smiled at him from the
tranquillity of her hammock. He turned back, gazed briefly at
the sea, took off his shades, stood up and returned the smile
which was warmly received with a beckoning wave.
'Hmmm' he said quietly ' I could be in here.'
Meanwhile back in Leicester on the same Tuesday morning the blokes
had knocked off for a well earned break and had their usual chat
about football.
'I just wish we had tried in that game against Sheff Wed.'
'Well would you bust a gut if you had an expensive Caribbean
holiday booked?.'
'Yeah.......that we paid for?'
'Twenty quid I paid to watch Leicester taken apart by a relegated
team.'
'Yeah if I pay for every game, they should play in every game.'
Just then the factory hooter sounded and the break was over.
'Come on lads back to work.' interrupted the foreman ' Cheer
up - all in all it's been a good season. And what about next
season, you've got all that to look forward to.
'Yeah.' they replied but in the meantime their heads were filled
with the drudgery and monotony of their lives and it all seemed
so .....................unfair somehow.
City never threatened the goal, it was an abysmal performance,
a waste of money and and a total waste of time..........but yes
it had been a good season and next season promises to be even
better. It was the last game of the season. It was hot in Sheffield
but it was a day when the team failed to provide a grain of comfort
for their supporters and Martin O'Neill knew it as he walked
apologetically towards the 6,000 or so Leicester fans. He had
a grim expression. His team had just taken it's biggest beating
of the season incredibly against one of the poorest sides in
the league.
It would appear that Leicester's players are the type who need
a battle on their hands or a point to prove or something to fight
for. Once all that is removed they reduce to a shuffling shambles.
They just are not the type of players who can play the game for
the game's sake; once the dangling carrot is removed they shudder
to a halt like a seaside donkey.
Perhaps one or two of the players will think about where their
wages come from and feel truly blessed as the Caribbean laps
around their cossetted limbs over the next couple of weeks.
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