Seasons Last Match Report Off Pete From Rowley

CHARLEMONT STAR 1 ROWLEY COLLEGE 2
15/05/2016
By Rowley College

So, the end of our twenty fifth season and I missed it, though I found myself relaying the salient details from mark through me in Manchester to Mike on Manor Way. And this is how it went:

Not playing particularly well. They’re on top

Not playing particularly well. They’re on top but we’re one up. Clivey scored

Not playing particularly well. They’re on top but we’re two up. Keeper saved a shot and Benna poked it home.

They’ve scored.

Don’t worry, we’ve won.

Thus we put a season to bed that had fallen asleep in front of the tele a few weeks ago and looks statistically worse than it was partly because we lost 6 points but also because with these we lost momentum. Matt Williams had a great home coming. We livened up the side with legs and youth. We never looked over our shoulders (always the foundation of footballing contentment). And most importantly we’ll be back next year, which brings me to a more important ‘ending’. Truth is Rowley would not be continuing (and truth is neither likely would the league) without the support over an extended period of Neil Kovacs (in fact the Kovacs brothers).

There’s so much I could say about Neil but most importantly I can express a genuine pride that I have him as a friend. Straight-talking, principled, compassionate, tireless, I doubt we’ll see his like again. He has been a driving force in a successful league at a time amateur football has been in general decline. He owes wmcfl nothing and we owe him everything and he deserves a rest. He was even a half decent referee!

This then is my tribute with apologies to Milton:

To the League Secretary Neil Kovacs, May 2016,
On the disturbing prospect of having a Kovacs-free wmcfl next season

Kovacs, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of work only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
Hast rear’d God’s trophies, and his work pursu’d,
While South Road with sweat of Chawn imbru’d,
And Stevens Park, resounds thy praises loud,
And Wmcfl’s laureate wreath; yet much remains
To conquer still: rest hath her victories
No less renown’d than work. New foes arise:
The Early Night’, ‘the Late Lie-in’: free from the chains:
Of secretaries wanting registration numbers “NOW!”
Our love, thanks and respect: To you, Neil, we endow!

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