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| A sheepish looking Wolf |
Not a night to remember at Lough Moss, (just ask the Gazi - he forgot to turn up) but for the reappearance after many moons of Wolfman who continues to bark at the terrestrial satellite while nobody else listens. Not a bad reintroduction for the hirsute playmaker who has changed his diet, girlfriend and trouser size in the intervening years since he last put his paw on a ball. Indeed, the lupine master was instrumental in putting the lambs of Lough Moss to the slaughter as he ran the show from the heart of midfield without a single howler. He hopes to return next week since he has got a taste for the blood of virgins - not that there were many of those in evidence tonight.
For the record, Ron Manager picked a winning selection while the Bogman underestimated the value of experience in going for a younger squad of would be has beens. Their day will come!
