Bison 6 London Raiders 0
19/11/17
Down from the
Smoke came them cockney geezers, the London Raiders, hoping to improve on their
last visit when they slumped to an ignominious defeat to the tune of 7-1. They
sort of succeeded as they let in one goal less, but they failed to score and
the margin of defeat was, therefore, the same. It turned out to be a bizarre
evening for Raiders goaltender, Michael Gray. He won the Man of the Match
award, but, with every goal conceded he became more and more frustrated and
angry with his defense, his stick, himself, the ice and whatever else you may
care to imagine.
P1 was one way
traffic. By the end of it the shot count was a very imbalanced 22-6, but I jump
too far ahead as I have not related how Bison came to rejoice in a 2-0 lead by
the end of the period. The first goal came on 7:11. Kurt “The Scissors”
Reynolds lost control of the puck, but it broke fortuitously to Tomas Karpov. He
moved across the rink and then forward with the grace of Margot Fonteyn, the
speed of Usain Bolt, the manual dexterity of Manitas de Plata and the
determination of Phil “The Power” Taylor to hit a treble 20. The Czech chap
slapped one towards goal and there was Aaron “Billy” Connolly in front of the
net to redirect the puck past Michael Gray in the Raiders’ goal. It was the
start of a very grey evening for Gray. 1-0 Bison.
The second
arrived some 4 minutes later. On 11:13 Matthew Turner did a job on Roman
Malinik. Had the game been taking place in Calcutta in 1756, he may have had to
serve his sentence in the infamous Black Hole, but it wasn’t. 2 minutes in the
box for hooking was the lenient sentence. Turner thought he now had an
opportunity to reflect on his misdeed for 2 minutes and plan a path to
redemption through deep, meaningful reflection. Alas, whilst he was in mid
meditation, the penalty ended with a Bison power play goal and Turner was
consequently released from his period of contrite contemplation a minute early,
hardly enough time to complete his process of reformation of character. Thankfully
for Turner, it was not the man he hooked who scored the goal. It was Tomas
Karpov with a thunderous clapper from just inside the blue line, so reminiscent
in terms of distance, delivery and end result of his 2014 playoff final goal
against the Manchester Phoenix. Set up by Desperate Dan Davies, the Czech chap brought
his stick down in a wide sweeping arc as Davies’s pass slewed across the ice
and into his path. The puck took flight and the goaltender took fright. The
exposed netman must have realised he was not going to be able to make himself
larger and the goal frame sure wasn’t going to get any smaller as would a
woolly jumper in a hot wash. (Undomesticated blokes take note that you don’t
wash woollens on “hot”). Karpov’s top corner placement was perfect. The puck
flew past Gray’s head and into the back of the net and it was 2-0 Bison.
And so we moved
into P2 and that was one way traffic as well. However, it took until 8:50 into
the period for Bison to increase their lead. Forcing a mid ice turnover (not an
apple one), Malinik steamed
forward. How much steam was involved? More than a bubbling cauldron of cockroach,
slug and sheep’s eyeball stew could produce. Suddenly he whipped a wrist shot
into the top corner of the net over the goaltender’s catcher. 3-0 Bison. Goaltender
Gray was not happy with his D at all. He showed his annoyance and frustration.
He was beginning to lose his marbles.
Gray’s evening
was not about to improve. On 34:36 it was 4-0 Bison. Malinik passed out in
front of goal from behind the net and there was Desperate Dan Davies to score
with Gray’s own D–men getting in his way as he attempted to harvest his own
rebound. Antonov with the second assist. Gray displayed his displeasure at the
ineptitude of his D.
Referee Matthews
was not called upon to extend his hand in a flat pointy manner towards either
goal for the remainder of the period and so we passed out of P2 and into P3
with Bison enjoying a comfortable lead. The Raiders played much better in the
final period, matching Bison shot for shot (10 each by the end of the period),
but several fine amoeboid engulfments of the puck by Dean Skinns ensured that
the number below the “Visitors” on the scoreboard remained at 0. In contrast
the man who operates the “Home” number was called into action on 2 occasions.
On 52:11 the Antonov/Malinik/Davies line produced another goal. Imagine you've
just come out of the Mariner's Arms in Old Portsmouth circa 1805. You are in
the company of Frank Bruno, Bruce Lee and Hulk Hogan. (OK I know this is really
stretching the bounds of believability a bit). Anyway, you are attacked by a
press gang. The ensuing unseemly, unruly and unmitigated scene of random
violence might be similar to what we saw in front of the Raiders net with the
puck as loose as a goose. Eventually Davies stabbed it in and it was 5-0 Bison.
Gray was very annoyed with his D once again.
Gray’s night of
agony was not yet over. Bison bagged a 6th goal. Scored on 52:49 this score brought pure comedic value to the game, as I
shall relate, so, dear reader, don’t wander off to make a cup of tea, but pray
read on. Karpov and Connolly combined to send General Grant Rounding surging
forward displaying the velocious qualities of a hyper active greyhound. He
sniped towards the top corner. Goaltender Gray extended his catcher to engulf
the puck, but, alas for him, he misjudged the flight of the puck and it flew
into the top corner of the goal above his extended catcher. Gray was furious
with himself.
The hapless
goaltender swung his stick with the intention of smiting the goal frame. Alas
he missed. It was his second misjudgement in a matter of seconds. By now he was
very angry indeed. He had lost his rag, his composure, the plot and his marbles
all at once. He was verging on meltdown.
If you have any
thought for the wellbeing of goaltender Gray, you will be pleased to hear that there were no more goals
in the game and it ended with a 6-0 penalty-less win for Bison and a Top Banana
award for Gray. Bison’s recipient of the beers was Desperate Dan Davies with a
2+1 performance.
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