The Magnicent 7 and a half (Le Havre away)

Not many dared venture deep into U Boat territory, but those that did were rewarded by an honourable debut performance by Bayo. With a team mate struck down with the ferocity of a Nazi Unterseebooten, Bayo immediately and heroically came to his comrade's side, already on board with philosophy of the greatest football club in the World.

Whilst galettes were snaffled and questionable
Beers were drunk in the stands by the 7 and a half army, Richardson and Ainsworth shared a joke early on as Bayo hassled a (Ligue 2) defender, 'ee absolutely **** himself there hahaha'

Minutes later anglo-french relations turned for the worse as a despicable challenge came in from Le Havre's left back King Charles. As a 22 man brawl ensued Garreth Ainsworth notably kept his cool shouting 'Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.'

As the Wycombe underdogs led by the heroic Bayo upset odds of six to one, the cowardly referee sent off one from each side and pretended there had been no skillduggery from the French in the initial incident.

At half time it seemed an 'entente cordial' had been agreed and passions were quelled. In the second half an unfortunate and perhaps undeserved goal was conceded by the boys in white (and oxford and cambridge trim) .

Yet the lads in bl...white were not finished. As the Sun set over the Atlantic, they made one last push. A corner was won and the travelling 7 and a half army spontaneously burst into song. 'Pieeeeere! There's only one Pierre!'.

The magnificently strong and beautiful Aaron Pierre cooly made his way into the danger zone spurred on by his comrades on the vast terraces surrounding the ground. The corner kick came in and the ball pinged around the penalty area like...well like a ping pong ball. Finally it came to rest at the feet of the imperious Aaron Pierre who cooly stroked the ball home sparking joyous celebrations from the travelling contingent (one of whom bizarrely ran on the pitch 'windmilling his arms').

A truely supporter inspired goal.

As the Sun set over the Atlantic and the raffle ended giving no luck to the away fans who had gone the wrong way and entered for free through the training pitch of fate, the people drifted back to the late bar of chance where shirts were swapped, tales were told, and a pointless Barcelona shirt was replaced by a quartered shirt of honour and dignity.

BAYO! BAYO! BAYO!