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We couldn’t get shirty or shorty, but played our socks off

December 17, 2009 12:05

ByDanny Caro, Danny Caro

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This was Sunday morning football at its best, or worst, as the case may be. In the build-up to the Maccabi League Division One promotion tussle involving North London Raiders A and Redbridge Jewish Care B, Adam Fegan and I were going through our pre-match preparations.

We’d named the team, had discussed tactics and then told the boys to get kitted up. The only problem was that we didn’t know who had the kit. With the previous week’s game called off, we were concerned that perhaps it was one of the boys who was away. Fortunately not. Then it dawned on midfield anchor man Jonny Shapiro that he left it at home, in Stanmore. Only problem was that we were in Uxbridge.

Added to that, no-one had told me that we owned just one set of shorts and socks and with the away kit safely locked away in my garage, our options were as follows; playing in bibs, playing in skins, get our hands on some kit or postpone the match.

Cometh the hour, cometh the woman. Mrs Shapiro, wife of a now very pale looking Jonny, came to the rescue. With her petrol tank running on empty and her Satnav packing up, I joined Lawrence Gold, father of striker Jacob, to find Lucy, and our kit.