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hemel aces kings

Hemel Aces 2 Jets 'A' 1
West Herts Premier
29th November 2008

When you’re down and out the only medicine is laughter.  Despite a losing streak less enviable than an ugly fat person streaking at the cricket, Jets players approached this game in good spirit, and that spirit wasn’t just vodka from the night before.

On the way to the match, there was a brief stop in Old Orleans car-park for no apparent reason, Steve King found himself running down Old Redding after being thrown out of the car, there was the obligatory staring match with some lads in another vehicle and Russell got the ‘V’ sign from a man he’d mistaken for a woman.   Snell even went the wrong way twice, as Stevie Payne tried to convince him the way to Hemel was on the M1 to Brent Cross.  The team eventually made it safe, but whether the performance would be sound was another question entirely.

Jets started the match brightly but there was very little they could do about Hemels’ goal which put them into the lead.  A lovely first touch from the Hemel winger took him away from the defender who he then used as a shield as he curled the ball into the top corner at the far post.  A sumptuous effort.  Sometimes you just have to concede that a short, bald, fat man can actually play football and acknowledge the quality of the strike.  So well done to the lovechild of one of Snow Whites’ dwarfs and Phil Mitchell.

Instead of capitulating, Jets composed themselves and took to the task ahead.  Crossley was still called into action a couple of times, but at the other end the Hemel goalkeeper had to make two great saves, firstly, from a one-on-one with Chris Abel, and also tipping Steve King’s deflected free kick around the post.  It should have been level by half time, and would have been but for an extraordinary miss by Steve Payne.  Having rounded three defenders he surely must have known he had time, but instead snatched at the chance he had created for himself and hit it wide.

As Jets went out for the second half there was real optimism, but they’d been here many times before.  On the cricket strip adjacent to the pitch, Frankie’s son Charlie was in a huge match of his own.  Flying solo against two adversaries, he was also on half time, with his incredible match level at six all, with most of the goals being scored from the ‘half-way’ line.  Crazy stuff.

Back to Jets game and it was back and forth.  A second goal for Hemel would end the stiff resistance, but a goal for Jets and it was game on.  A miracle was about to happen.  Ryan Dalton broke clear, rounded the keeper and shot at the empty net.  Somehow the keeper reacted from the floor to get a hand to the ball.  It came back to Ryan, the angle tight, the pressure great, and somehow he squeezed it home.  Wild celebrations to follow?  Champagne on ice?  After all, it was Jets first goal for three million, six hundred and twenty eight thousand, eight hundred seconds, dating back to October 4th.  No one in the team had scored this season.  In the end, no one knew how to react so they all lined up for the kick off rather understatedly. 

Having broken the goal scoring duct, it was too much to ask for Jets to break the sequences of losses as well, though it wasn’t through lack of effort.  Crossley pulled off some more smart saves, before one shot eventually eluded him.  Jets fought tooth and nail to get back in the game, no one more so than Rob Howard, who was described by the opposition as a carthorse after kicking seven shades of rainbow out of them.  Initially, it was felt it was better to be a carthorse than a donkey, although on reflection at least donkey’s still exist.  Poor Rob.

No more goals were scored so Jets succumbed to another defeat, but can take great solace from a vastly improved performance.  The good news for John Elliott was that Charlie had experienced victory in his game with an eight seven victory.  There is hope for the future.

Full Time: Jets 1: Hemel 2

sun postal strike

Jets 'A' 0 Met Police 'A' 7
West Herts Premier
22nd November 2008

45mins to KO: It’s announced Gary Quinnell and Gary Dancy will be turning out for the reserves.

35mins to KO: The team stops laughing at the above announcement.

30mins to KO: Chris Appleby confidently declares he will be in the starting line-up.

15mins to KO: Gobby reads out the starting eleven.  After ten names, Appleby is still waiting to hear his name with baited breath.

5mins to KO: The Jets starting eleven were warming up, while Chris Appleby watches on speechless at being given the number twelve shirt and a place on the bench.  Gary Crossley is not so quiet, as he continues to tell Appleby in no uncertain terms what a tool he thinks he is.

Kick Off

10mins: Jets are one nil down after a poorly defended cross is turned in at the back post.

35mins: Kevin Wicks looking like an extra from the Simpsons after his holiday, turned up to watch the remainder of the game, hours after getting back in the country.

Half Time

Phil Sharpe put forward his ideas on where Jets were going wrong and what they needed to do to regain a foothold in the game.  Either nobody listened, or his ideas were complete and utter nonsense as the second half would result in disaster.

70mins: Jets are in the game and looking competitive.  Chris Abel is playing more ably than normal and Sun were starting to bicker amongst themselves.  Enter Appleby, stage left, script set for him to change the game.

72mins: Following his first touch of the ball Appleby goes down clutching his lower leg claiming he’s hurt his groin.

75mins: An injury to Dan Hayes results in Kevin Wicks making his first appearance since Labour has been in government.

78mins: Chris Appleby, now playing at centre back attempts to head an incoming cross but falls over and knocks the ball into the path of Sun’s grateful striker, who puts it away for two nil.

82mins: Chris Appleby again.  This time he fells Sun’s right winger in the penalty area like a lumberjack chopping down trees.  Despite his protests the penalty is given and another goal added to the tally.

84mins: Jets take a free kick ten yards outside their own box.  A nice firm pass from Frankie straight to the opposition, allowed them a free run in on goal and, you guessed it, they scored again.

85mins: Jets gave up playing and Sun got three more goals.  The experience is too painful to describe.

Four hours after kick off: Chris Appleby wonders where the day has gone, and suddenly remembers he was supposed to be playing football earlier

 

comfortable win for met police

Jets 'A' 0 Met Police 'A' 4
West Herts Premier
8th November 2008

It was a Jets team depleted like a sinking ship without rats that hosted Met Police. The visitors turned up with Jets former starlet, the irrepressible, how is he still playing, why isn’t he dead yet, Pete Davidson. The team was clearly built around Pete as he was surrounded by players with pace, power, touch, vision, control and ability, everything he has never had. Strangely there was no Remembrance Day silence before kick off, but as Jets don’t talk and are silent on the pitch anyway, the two minutes was nevertheless observed.

The game began in muddy conditions, with much of the B team watching as their match had been called off. Looking along the touchline one man was conspicuous by his absence. Where was the B team manager? Met Police, who boasted a number of players looking like they were straight out of X Factor hopefuls ‘JLS,’ took control of the game. Chance after chance came their way, as well as two dozen corners, but they were unable to breach the Jets defense despite the evident holes. Meanwhile at the other end Pete’s bones could be heard to creak as he stuck to his job well of watching the game pass him by. Met Police would eventually take the lead before half time, but not without Jets having missed chances of their own. In his defense, Stevie Payne can’t be expected to be able to run off the ball and still have energy to shoot on target when it finds its way to him. Unfortunately this does limit the options for the rest of the team when they have possession.

Just before half time Gary Crossley went down injured. And he’s not a man who goes down easily. And once down getting up is even harder. Who was going to replace Crossley in goal was discussed at half time in parallel with the now common debate of how Jets were going to get a goal. Crossley made the call to continue, while it was decided to get a goal Jets would need to get the ball over the white line in between the goal posts.

The second half was hugely competitive for twenty five minutes. Jets created three gilt edged chances and true to form missed them all, while in goal Gary Crossley made some ridiculously excellent saves considering he couldn’t run, walk, dive or indeed move. But it was Met Police who were ultimately to get their second and knock the wind completely out of Jets sails. As the heads dropped like the Titanic, soon it was four, but the second goal was always going to be the crucial one. With the game ended as a contest, Jets started a new competition of their own, seeing who could go down injured and convince the manager to substitute them. No less than five Jets players had a go at playing this game, which was made all the more humorous by the fact Crossley was still soldiering on between the sticks. On the touchline rumours were rife that despite his teams’ fixture being called off, Alan Carter was still going to turn out for Jets that day. Everyone looked around; maybe he was in the changing rooms readying himself?

The last ten minutes played out uneventfully, with the stand out moment Rob Howards decision to dig a hole in the pitch. He looked up, and under no pressure, he called his midfield closer to him. As they obliged he booted the ball into touch two yards away, sending an avalanche of mud and grass after it. With recent successes for Lewis Hamilton and Barack Obama perhaps Jamie Arthur can be convinced to follow the trend and take the weight of a nation (or a team at least) on his shoulders. He could have his travel costs paid and he’d definitely score a hatful.

As the team trudged back to the club the heavens opened in a show of Gods divine displeasure. Huddling together in the stands, there was a chance to watch the reserves, an Oxhey team that knows what it’s like to win. As cats and dogs reigned down upon them an elderly figure appeared on the touchline. Onto the pitch for the last two minutes came Alan Carter, strangely not bothered by the water pouring down on him. There’s no substitute for experience and there’s no more experienced substitute at Oxhey.

The good news is it wasn’t another two nil defeat for the A team. The bad news is it was four. At least co manager Kevin Wicks is no doubt scoring on his holiday. Jets 0: Met Police 4

martin baker streets ahead

Jets 'A' 0 Martin Baker Rovers 2
West Herts Premier
1st November 2008

If Oxhey Jets A changed their name to Oxhey Jets 0, it would save Kevin and Gobby writing it on the score card each week. Four consecutive two nil defeats has seen Jets slump to a new low. The light at the end of the tunnel is a candle flickering dangerously on the edge of extinction.

In all honestly Martin Baker are probably not even better than Liam Baker, which illustrates the depths to which Jets have sunk. In a bid to bring back the sparkle of seasons gone by, Ben Chandler returning from injury came into the starting line up. Despite being out injured for six months, he actually looked leaner than when he was playing week in week out.

Once again a bizarre goal gave the opposition the lead, with the ball curling in straight from a corner as everyone looked round at each other in bewilderment. The two shining lights were Dave Turner and Gary Crossley. Both continue to perform with heart and valor while their compatriots struggle to meet the minimum standards required. Dave was dominating again in midfield, keeping up his policy that it’s always nice to get a piece of the man after you’ve got the ball, while Gary pulled off a sublime save, defying gravity, not to mention his 18 stone, as he stopped a volley from nine yards out destined for the top corner.

The rest of the team was awful and eventually Baker scored the inevitable second to condemn Jets. Perhaps it’s time for Juande Ramos to come down and lend a hand?

Full time Jets 0:2 Martin Baker.

russell makes the grade

As a young boy growing up on his families farm, all Russell Tarabin wanted to do was play for Jets A team. Unable to afford a football, he used to play in the courtyard with a pigs bladder, practicing kick ups and Cruyff turns. His family had other ideas however, “pack it in boy” they’d say “you’re staying on this farm and learning how to milk the cows and rear the chickens.”

Russell stuck with his dream in hope rather than expectation but no breaks were to come his way. Time and again he walked into training, only to hear Benny Minogue, Bob Walsh, Kevin Cowell and Alan Cole say, “Sorry Russell, it’s four no’s, you’re not going through.”

Then things suddenly took a turn for the better. Russell cut his long locks, bought some soap and went clean. He dropped his long time associates, Collins and Godard, and got himself a girlfriend he affectionately referred to as “me bird.” His performances improved and the management recognized it. With yelps of delight and squeals of joy Russell was in the thirds.

He rushed home to tell his family he’d made it as the tears rolled down his face. “Congratulations son, we’re very proud of you”. “I love you” cried Russell.

“Calm down son, it’s only the thirds” came the reply.

frankie goes to altham

Jets 'A' 0 Hemel Rovers 'A' 2
West Herts Premier
25th October 2008

Hemel Hempstead turned up at Boundary Stadium in pole position in the league, with Jets very much at the back of the grid. Changing personnel and tactics has so far this season provided no change in Jets fortunes so for this home game Jets were afforded the opportunity to play on the home pitch, most of them knowing they would probably never meet the required standard to play on it again. This turn of events also suited Gobby, who before he had left for Australia had instructed John Elliott to keep the pitch fine by putting manure on it. Enough said.

Knowing they had to get out of first gear quickly to avoid humiliation, Jets started strongly and competed for every ball and fought for every tackle for perhaps the first time this season. Everyone that is except for Frankie. For the first time this decade he had completed two consecutive ninety minutes, and was thus deemed ready to be pushed forward from centre back to centre midfield for this fixture. It was the biggest false dawn since the Millennium Bug. With his family especially down to watch him, and Frankie merchandise on sale in the stands, he produced twenty five minutes of pure poetry. Poetry written by a five year old. He was nearly sent off for a couple of two footed tackles, found himself in a scrap over a late tackle and blatantly hand balled following a misjudgment. Thankfully God was to take pity on him as Kevin looked up to see Frankie signaling to the bench with an injury. No medical assistance was sought, as the decision was made to withdrawn him immediately and save him for his next scheduled appearance in 2013.

Meanwhile Jets found themselves one nil down. Alan Hansen is a strong advocate of having a man on both posts for a corner. Unfortunately when one of those men is Gary Dancy and the ball goes above four foot, there isn’t much he can be expected to do. Hemel celebrated, they’d deserved it but had been made to work. It would have been two before half time, had Gary Crossley not produced a superb stop from Hemels’ best player Mickey when he was clean through on goal. He certainly has better balance than Mickey Mouse, but probably not as good looking a girlfriend. No doubt it was this that that caused him to delay, and give Gary time to set himself before diving to his left to make the save.

The second half saw Jets driving forward in an attempt to equalize. As Jamie Prouton, Anthony Shepherd and Steve King all saw chances come agonizingly close, the wheels seemed in motion to secure that elusive point. But then disaster struck as the attacking charge backfired. Hemel broke clear on the counter attack and the assured Daniel Hayes was left with no option but to bring the striker down in the penalty area. The penalty was duly awarded and Hemel sealed the victory. Jets looked exhausted.

There was still time for one more piece of drama. Prouton fired in a cross and in search of a consolation Steve King was encouraged not to ‘bottle it’ as he went up for a header. Bottle it he didn’t, but the result was a horrific collision between keeper and striker that resulted in the match being abandoned. Replay came the speculative ask from the Jets players? The referee indicated not. With Steve’s head covered in blood, it looked a good Halloween costume, albeit a week early. “Where am I?” he questioned.
No matter how injured he was, surely it shouldn’t have been too difficult to look around at the two vertical white posts adjoined by a third horizontal post, at each end of the field, look at the people on the pitch in two types of coloured kits and work it out.
“What was the score?” he asked, three times. The third time Kevin told him it was five nil and that he’s scored all five. Steve showed no sign of emotion.
“I think he’s concussed” the manager suggested.
“Nah, he’s just thick.” was the general consensus.
With Steve on his way to hospital, back in the changing rooms the boys were looting his bag for his wallet and any other valuable possessions, of which there weren’t many. Meanwhile Adam Snell was on the phone to his dad explaining what had happened. His dad didn’t seem worried, “I’ll call you back in a bit, Deal or no Deal starts in ten minutes.” Snell then cleverly turned off the phone so no one else could get hold of Steve or find out what had happened.

Best wishes go to the Hemel Keeper who was very badly injured in the challenge.

Full Time Jets A 0: Hemel Hempstead Rovers 2

sun postal deliver

Sun Postal Rovers 2 Jets 'A' 0
West Herts Premier
18th October 2008

In 1972, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...The A-Team…

Jets A Team could well do with some help from the four soldiers of fortune. 1972 feels like the last time they won, and they continue to commit crimes against football when turning up on the pitch each week. If they continue to perform like this they will struggle to survive in the Premier division. Individual errors once again cost dear, while at the other end goals are still at a premium. In fact, there was no one in the team who has scored for the side this year, and looking deeper, there’s probably only two players that have had a shot on target.

Changing personnel appears to have no affect on the result and no matter what the formation and tactics Jets aren’t prevailing. Next week every player is to be tested for performance enhancing drugs. Anyone found not to have taken any, won’t be making the starting line-up.

If you’re having problems and you need help, best make sure you hire the right A Team, because you wouldn’t want to make a mistake and get the wrong one. Sun Postal Rovers 2:0 Oxhey Jets.

jets saint to another defeat

St Albans North 2 Jets 'A' 0
West Herts Premier
11th October 2008

'A' teamers look on in awe as Adam Snell shows off his right foot

Jets first away game in a month, saw them play St Albans North in London Colney. Once you’ve figured out that, the next puzzle is to work out how once again the team lost, keeping up their un-envious streak, which now reads six consecutive losses. For a change it was a league rather than a cup game, which meant Jets weren’t eliminated from the competition after the loss. Give thanks for small mercies, unless of course you were unfortunate enough to have had to witness the performance.

There were a number of changes from the previous week as the management sought that elusive first victory. And the performance showed some promise, driven by assured performances from the debutants called up from the B team. Frankie Howard lined up in defense, keeping the substitutes (Will, Elliot and Crossley) and physio staff (Elliot and a sponge) on high alert.

North dominated most of the possession but Jets were incisive on the counter attack and carved out some good chances. Matty Collins engineered a free strike at goal for Adam Snell, who with all the time in the world swung his untrustworthy right foot with the same effectiveness as using a golf club to strike a baseball. Snell and Collins combined well again, this time to set Bishop, who flashed his shot agonizingly wide. For the most part the back door was kept tightly shut, marshaled by the excellent Dave Turner. One tackle in particular epitomized his game. Latching on to an opponents short pass, he credit crunched his way through ball, man, corner flag and spectator, only to exclaim “I didn’t connect as I intended there.” The recipient might have disagreed but he was too busy lying on a stretcher behind an oxygen mask to say anything.

Level at half time and Jets rightly fancied their chances of getting their first win of the season. But it was individual errors again which were to cost the game. Elliott Newell switched off and headed a ball that should have been an easy clearance into the path of the North striker. He finished emphatically, but unlike Ashely Cole that evening, Elliott’s’ mistake was not greeted with a chorus of boos. But then again Ashely Cole gets paid thousands of pounds a week and goes home to Cheryl Cole, whereas Elliot goes home to his mirror and a pot noodle. You decide what you’d prefer. Adam Snell confirmed the defeat when, from a corner, he passed the ball to Norths’ quickest and strongest striker, who ran the length of the pitch unopposed before crossing for a four foot man to end the game as a contest. Embarrassing.

On the plus side Frankie did manage to last the full ninety minutes, which no one had on the sweepstake, so the jackpot rolls over to next week. Full time 0.2.

hat-trick of sorts for out of sorts jets

Jets 'A' 1 Croxley C & H 3
West Herts FA - Apsley Senior Cup
4th October 2008

Under normal circumstances you would expect three cup games in three weeks to indicate a team riding on the crest of success.

For Jets A team, it has meant elimination from all three cup competitions entered.

Defeated in each competition, in the first round.

Successive weeks, successive defeats and a form book this season that reads, played five lost five.

For half an hour Jets dominated the match. Adam Lowton was lively up front and the face of Boston Chicken Jon Hubbard was pulling the stings in midfield. Jets looked fluid and cohesive, dominating possession and interchanging position with ease, with their best chance falling to Michael Bishop, which came when Adam Lowton sprang the offside trap and unleashed a shot too hot for the keeper to handle. It squirmed agonizingly past Adam Snell as he slid in on the follow up, but neatly into the path of Bishop, who surely had to open his third team account. He took a breath. He took a touch. He took aim. And hit the ball straight at the diminutive Snell who was lying forlorn on the ground in the middle of the goal like an extra from a fight scene in Lord of the Rings. With the goal gaping somehow Bishop had managed to direct his shot at Snell, a man under average height and under average weight. Some of the Coach and Horses players even appealed for handball, which was somewhat greedy.

Not to be outdone, at the other end Quinnell and Dancy provided Coach and Horses with the sort of charity that Africa can only dream of. After keeping the ball between themselves gradually in less and less space, it was only fair that they gave the opposition a chance to feel the warmth of the ball on their supple leather boots. Lapping it up like a cat drinking high class cream, the opposing winger instantly fired in a cross. Most would have left the charity there, but Dancy really is a kindred soul, so he sliced the ball into the helpless Crossley’s net. After a quick look of despair Dancy shot up the pitch to ensure he was out of swinging distance.

Jets rallied and Lowton equalized before half time, but an awful lot of work had gone in and a lot of play had been wasted only to achieve a score line of one all at half time. And the inevitable was to happen as Jets failed to turn up in the second half much like Heath Ledger didn’t at the Premier of the latest Batman movie. Another scrappy goal was conceded followed by a class finish from Croxleys’ substitute and Jets were sent tumbling out of another cup.

Unfortunately, being consistently inconsistent is not a good thing.

In the last three games Crossley must only have touched the ball a dozen times, seven of which were to pick the ball out of the net.

Much to ponder on.

Jets A 1: Croxley Coach and Horses 3.

no peace for jets in memorial shield

Jets 'A' 0 Hadley 'A' 1
West Herts FA - Peace Memorial Shield
27th September 2008

Oxhey Jets tumbled out of their second cup competition in a week. Despite huffing and puffing for the entire ninety minutes they were never able to find the Mohammed Ali punch to knock their opponents out.

This fixture had been played out a few weeks earlier in a pre season friendly, in largely a bore draw, until four players were sent off, three of which were from Jets. Hadley turned up with a number of different players and perhaps if Jets had done the same the result would have been different.

But in truth, Jets were the better side and should have been out of sight like Ray Charles. The managers stuck with their policy of blending youth and experience, with four Gary’s all over thirty taking places in the team. At least if you were in any doubt as to who to shout for the ball from, Gary normally sufficed. In goal, Crossley had to pick the ball out of the net and then spent the rest of the game at Vision Express, spectating, while at the other end Gary was taking the Page out of the defence time and time again, but contrived to miss the chances he’d created in almost every way conceivable.

As Jets continue to drop out of the cup competitions, their season will be over by the end of November, two weeks after Tottenhams’ end of season party. Full Time Jets A 0: 1 Hadley A.

cel-tic boxes in cup win

Jets 'A' 1 Hertford Celtic 2
Herts FA Junior Cup
20th September 2008

Saturday closed off a bad seven days for many big name establishments in the city as the credit crunch reached a new peak with the collapse of the Lehman Brothers Investment Bank, in a week which also saw the US Government forced to bail out insurance company AIG. Wicks and Gobby however, remained one institution impervious to the threat of boom and bust. Now in their fourth season, the happy couple continue to preside over the exploits of Jets ‘A‘ Team, and this week welcomed Hertford Celtic for a County Cup Match.

When Hertford finally turned up half an hour late, they found a Jets team well prepared with game heads on; Chris Abel was stood in the centre circle chasing his tail, while the remainder of the team had taken the opportunity to do some late summer sunbathing in the sumptuous surroundings of the pavilion, littered with broken glass and some bloke on his fifty pound motocross bike which he tested to the limit by riding from one end of the park to the other, over and over again. Still, it was better than looking at Gary Crossley in his Speedos.

Jets lined up with their favoured 3:5:2 formation, with Chris Appleby, back from participating in the Paralympics in Beijing, making the bench. In the early stages both Jets and Hertford struggled to assert themselves; the sight of Gobby with his shirt off probably didn’t help concentration levels. Twenty minutes in, and the game sprung into life. Gary Quinnell gave away a cheap penalty (there must be a gag in there somewhere) which the Hertford striker strode forward confidently to take, and confidently hit wide. Moments later however, Hertford took the lead in bizarre fashion. The ball was lumped haplessly into the air and towards the Jets’ goal by a Celtic midfielder. As Crossley came to collect, the ball momentarily took on the properties of a rugby ball, as it rebounded back of the grass and then arced over the helpless keeper like an Olympic somersaulter, ending up in the back of the net. One nil Celtic.

Jets were level by half time though following their best period of play. After finally shaking off the disappointment of not becoming the face of Oceana, Jon Hubbard began dictating the tempo of the game and the equaliser duly followed. Matty Collins latched onto a through ball only to be upended in the penalty area, leaving the referee no option but to award the second penalty of the game. Jamie Prouton placed the ball with purpose and intent carefully on the spot and then walked off as Matty pulled rank and crashed the ball into the roof of the net. In hindsight he was always going to pick power over placement, as he’d dragged every shot he’d had that afternoon so much that they’d almost ended up behind him.

The second half was one for the neutral as both teams surged forward in search of the winner. Ultimately, it was Hertford who were to be successful, scoring a superb direct free kick from twenty-five yards. Jets had chances to equalise but failed to take them, and at the other end Crossley was called into action to make a couple of good slow-motion saves to keep Jets in the hunt. As the game drew to a close with Jets still pouring forward in search of an equaliser the game became somewhat tetchy, though most of the abuse was directed at the referee, who having evidently spent his entire Friday night watching MTV base, was insistent on calling everybody ‘player.’

So a third successive defeat for Jets A team who are yet to record a victory this season, leaves Kevin and his Churchill dog with much to think about, despite a relatively promising performance. Most to contemplate however was Jon Hubbard, as after the match it was confirmed that he is wanted as the new face of Clearasil.

Full Time Oxhey Jets ‘A’ 1:2 Hertford Celtic