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Shakespearean Match Report - Walsall (H)

'Twas mid-Autumn, with Hiems beginning to stretch forth an icy finger, though as yet not cold enough for mobbled faces. The guileful hordes from the midlands descended 'pon Adams Park, gamesome enough under the grand blue welkin.

The meed for this merry tie? An advance to the second round of the cup, 'nough to sneap those who would see our brave team all sluggardiz'd. The quartered support rais'd their Malmsey to the heroes before them, hoping that nothing could expiate their road to glory. On, on to victory!

Those in blue raiment sought to bring fleshment to the baying masses as the whistle blew, but fate would not have it so. Those fell saddlers had not come merely to peregrinate, nor to gratulate their hosts, but to obstruct and counter in the main.

The questants from both sides battled hard, but 'twas the bawcocks from Walsall who struck first, and though bias would darken their characters as urchin-snouted and frampold, an honest heart would acknowledge them as skillful younkers.

Though the Wycombe faithful had not been thrasonical, too bitten prior to resort to vainglory, the shock was sudden and severe. 'twould be a battle indeed to keep the opposition from their intent to raze completely. There was no pother from the crowd, but rather dreary silence which only vigorous exploits could relume. But could this team, so lacking in puissance, deliver anon?

Into the second half, the Chairboys soon had cause for cheer. A Penalty, no less! Hark to the crowd, ready to descend into coil 'pon the score. But alas! The miss made caitiffs of all, and left the match in a parlous state for the double blue.

With the moeity of the match ever shrinking, Walsall made good upon their tall will, scoring again and sending their followers home in a mood both fain and fair.

Alas for Wycombe, from whence they had come to thither they would go, the road appeared dark and constrain'd. Once considered willing to cozen in order to win, they could not now do aught to taste the sweet fruits of triumph, whether foul or bright.


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