Our season is over, our last game conceded, no match report but here's the (draft) review of the season

The Men’s Fledglings (Draft) Season 2016-17 Report
Overview

My, my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and we have met our destiny in quite a similar way

Start of the Season Optimism - New Player Recruitment

What's the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What's the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way we do?
Tell me please, 'cause we have to know

Availability and Selection

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Terry I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the “pretty” thirds have flown
Terry I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Playing: (Depressing) Frozen Pitches

And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer
Gimme gimme gimme a game after midday
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a game after midday

Playing: (Depressing) Results Review
The Losses…

We don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting we
Now it's history
We've played all our cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's our destiny

And one win

We've been cheated by you since we don't know when
So we made up our mind, it must come to an end

And two moral victories against very local opposition…

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the pitch your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
We've done it all before and now we're back to get some more
You know what I mean

Crisis: When the teas were late at Ramgarhia Slough and one of us almost starved

Chicken eater, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

The Long Term Future - New Facilities?

We work all night, we work all day, to pay the bills we have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for LB
That's too bad
In our dreams we have a plan
If we got us a wealthy man
We wouldn't have to work at all, we'd fool around and have a ball...(or even a whole crateful)

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things we could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world

The Short Term Future: Next Season will the Fledglings still be here?

S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can we even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though we try how can we carry on?

Mem'ries (mem'ries), good days (good days), bad days (bad days)
They'll be (they'll be), with us (with us) always (always)

So, here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time we're through

…..Or are we…….???

With sincerest apologies to Agnetha, Anni-Frid, Björn, Benny, Ikea, Volvo and some elk