Match of the Day. 
By Janet and Her slave.
The ultimate battle of the Sexes. When a game of football is arranged between a girls soccer team and a boys there can only be one outcome surely. 


1 Bill's Story

It was a typical October afternoon in North London. The rain fell almost
sideways across the pitch. The wind came in fierce squalls cutting right
through our thin red shirts and chilling us to the marrow. It hadn't been a
good game for us at all. We'd lost our goalkeeper in transit God knows
where he was now. I know he got on the tube at Burnt Oak but he didn't get
off. We went down to an early goal that was definitely offside and then we
conceded a stupid penalty. Then the rain started. We were four nil down at
half time and things didn't really improve in the second half. We were
kicking with the wind in the second half and we really should have done a
lot better, but we didn't. We conceded two more in a three-minute blitz and
we were lucky not to have lost by double figures. The referee blew his
whistle a couple of minutes early because of the fading light and fading
interest and we were glad to hear it.

"Eight nil." Mr. Herd our sports teacher informed us as we trudged of,
rubbing salt into a very open wound. The wind blew the rest of his other
comments away. Beside him stood Ms. Bailey the girl's sports mistress. The
girls had come with us to play a game against Blackwood but their game had
been cancelled due to the conditions.

"You lot was hopeless!" Ms Bailey said with no attempt to hide her true
feelings toward our abysmal performance. "I honestly believe my girls could
give you lot a hiding"

"Yeah. Right." I had heard enough. There was constructive criticism and
then there was this. "I've got better things to do than to listen to your
inane comments Ms. Bailey." and I headed for the showers.


The following morning at assembly Tony Cousins the team Captain had to
stand before the school and read his report of the game. It was very
embarrassing to listen to and I just wanted to find a hole and crawl into
it. Sylvia Brennan, captain of the girl's team also went up to read her
report despite the fact that their game had been cancelled. She stood
before the school and read from the sheet of paper in her hand.

"On behalf of the Girls Soccer Team, The Vixens, I challenge the boys to a
game of football. To be played on Friday afternoon. The winner of the
competion will represent the school for the rest of the season. The winner
of the game will be called The First Eleven.

Immediately the assembly hall was abuzz with chatter. Something I'd never
experienced in all my years at the school.

"Do you accept the challenge?"

Tony was kind of shell shocked. " Er.. y.yes. we..Er accept the challenge,"
He said with all of the confidence of a condemned man.

"Nice one Tone!"


Christine's Story

The game at Blackwood had been an embarrassment to watch. The skills just
weren't there. Sure they could run but what about the old adage of letting
the ball do the work. When Monica Bailey had suggested a game against the
boys I wasn't so sure especially this time of the year, when the pitch
resembled a ploughed field.

"It's this time of year when the conditions best suit us," contradicted
Monica. We'll skip across the mud, they'll be bogged down"

"What about Mickey O'Keefe and Dave White, they're small. Someone
commented.

"If we are going to dissect their team man by man we are going to be beat
before we start." Sylvia snapped. The comments from the girls were all
positive. I couldn't help but get caught up in their enthusiasm.

Monica planned a training session in the gym that evening after school. Mr.
Herd had also planned for an indoor game that evening but the boys found
themselves locked out. They would have to train outside on the tennis
courts. 1-O to the girls!

The school was alive with talk of the big match. Every conversation in
every classroom was about the forth-coming game. Bets were being taken. We
were 10-1 against the boys were 10-1 on. We weren't expected to get into
their half let alone score a goal, but we had to be commended for giving it
a go. It had really caught the imagination of every pupil in the school.

Monica had also succeeded in scoring another psychological victory on the
morning of the game. The school football strip red shirts, white shorts and
white socks had mysteriously disappeared and Mr. Herd and the boys searched
high and low but to no avail and at about three o'clock it was confirmed
that the kit was still at the laundry and wouldn't be back until next week.
This meant that the boys would have to wear their second strip of yellow
shirts socks and shorts. What appropriate colors!  Of course Monica had had
the foresight to nip down to the laundry and keep the kit in the girls
changing room. None of the boys ever thought of looking in there!

Classes finished early on the Friday to allow anyone who wanted to watch a
chance to see history in the making. Well that was how us girls were
optimistically viewing it.


Bill's Story

The days leading up to the game were quite nerve racking. They shouldn't
have been. It should have been a cakewalk. On our day we have a good team
capable of beating almost anyone, certainly a bunch of girls, but something
was gnawing at me, Because on another day we were capable of going down to
a bunch of girls. Our confidence was not high. We were all fit. Robbo our
'keeper couldn't get lost from the changing room to the pitch at least we
hoped he couldn't. Johnny Wilkes, Roy Phillips, me and Marty were the back
four. On our day a solid line up capable of stopping Michael Owen. Our
midfield was equally impressive with Allan Storrie, Tony Cousins, Captain,
and Dave White, all of who had been on trial with Premier League sides. Our
forwards were really our weakness, but even Mickey O'Keefe, Steve Watson
and Graham Bond should be able to get among the goals on Friday. It would
do us good to score a few goals get a bit of confidence back.

 I was being stupid; of course we were going to win. They had even agreed
to play ninety minutes. We'd run their legs off. They had never played a
full game. We would cane them.

I got to the changing rooms at three o'clock and found the yellow strip
hanging on my hook.

"What's this, Mr. Herd?" I enquired

"The red strip is still down at the laundry." He informed me. This wasn't a
good sign at all. We had never won wearing the yellow strip. "We've got to
break the jinx on those shirts one day may as well be today."

He had a good point. The boys trooped into the changing room one at a time
everyone of them made the same comment about the yellow strip and Mr. Herd
replied with the same tired line he'd run out to me. Next door in the girls
change rooms the atmosphere appeared to be a lot lighter. Both change rooms
shared a common towel room and it was possible to take quick peak into the
girls changing room if the door was unlocked but in my five years at the
school that fantasy had never occurred, but you could hear very clearly
what was being said. Their spirits were high. They had nothing whatsoever
to lose. We had everything on the table. We dressed in the yellow kit and
waited to be called.


Christine's Story

I was looking forward to the game probably more than anyone. I honestly
believed that we had a chance. The thing that concerned me was the prospect
of playing ninety minutes. We'd only ever played thirty five each way and
the last ten minutes would really test us.

"I want to beat them at their own game." Said Sylvia. She was confident we
could get a result. "I don't want to hear any excuses from them that we
played by our rules. We'll play by their rules and we'll beat them." We
cheered as She pulled the red shirt over her head. She had bought a red bra
especially for the game. Something that a few of us had done. We were
excited. There was a genuine team spirit amongst us and I felt it. Monica
came out of her office and gave us one last pre match talk.

"OK girls this is a one off, there is no second game, and it'll probably be
your only chance to beat them, and they can be beaten and you are the girls
who can do it. I'll be very surprised if we don't take them to the wire.
Most of you have never played a full ninety minutes and that in all honesty
is what might save them. Win today and you will remember it for the rest of
your lives. Look around you and see who your team is. Look at each other
and promise you'll never let each other down. You can do it girls. There
isn't a team in the world that can beat The Vixenz."

 We cheered. I looked around the group. Liz Waldon our No.1, Sue Dixon and
Dorothy Grant our two full backs Debbie Cross center back. Kate Starling,
my sister Jill and Sylvia played in the midfield. Up front we had Barbara
Reed a dynamic little winger who really did deserve to play at the top
level. She was nervous. She gave me a shy little smile that really betrayed
a lion's heart. Beside her on the pitch and in the change room was Janet
Ford our center forward and Carmen McLeod completed our line up. We had
three subs. Paula McInness, Louise Blackmoore and Marilyn Brookes; we'd
need all of them by the end of the afternoon.

We heard them outside our door and waited until the sound of their studs on
the wooden floorboards faded.

"OK Vixenz," Monica Bailey shouted, "Lets go and get 'em!"


Bill's Story

The entire school had turned out to watch the match. There had to be over
five hundred kids and teachers rimming the field. Curiously segregated. The
boys yelled their heads off as we ran onto the pitch. I'd never played
before such a big crowd. The atmosphere was electric. "BOYS, BOYS, BOYS."
Was one chant.

"VIXENZ" dah, dah, dah, VIXENZ dah dah dah!" The other. Neither crowd
giving an inch to the other. If anything the volume increased when the
girls ran onto the field.

'"They're wearing our fucking shirts." Shouted Tony


"Nothing much gets past you Tone." Sniped Roy Phillips.

The rain that had threatened all day stayed away and a burst of watery
October sun shone over the pitch as Sylvia and Tony shook hands in the
center circle. We won the toss and Tony decided to kick with the wind.
Taking no unnecessary chances. We weren't going to give them even a
sporting chance. Mr. Herd was an FA referee and nobody objected to him
taking charge of the game. So we defended the northern goal. Mr. Herd blew
his whistle and the girls kicked off.


We attacked from the outset, Dave White was put through and he should have
scored but his weak shot grazed their right hand post. From the resulting
goal kick another chance went begging. The ball barely made it out of their
penalty area and I hammered it straight back and my effort skimmed the bar.
Two chance's in the first minute. The game had started exactly as I thought
it would and it was only a question of time before we scored. Mick O'Keefe
brought a fine save out of Lizzie Waldon but she only managed to parry
Mick's shot and the ball bounced tamely to Graham who didn't miss from that
range. We were one nil up in less than five minutes. The boys in the crowd
yelled their delight a lot of pressure had been relieved. Even more was
relieved a minute later when I thumped in a header from a fine cross and
the romp that we had expected looked likely to happen. Graham, Mick and
Steve all had excellent chances to extend our lead but were denied by poor
finishing.


 Then the girls started to play a bit. They put a couple of good passes
together and the ball got out to Barb Reed. Jesus she could run. It was the
first time she had touched the ball and she went passed Johnny Wilkes like
he was standing still, she cut in and was very unlucky not to have scored.

"Give the ball to Barb. Give the ball to Barb." Was the call from the
crowd. The girls had not only entered our half of the field they nearly
scored. We attacked again but were denied a third due to a great last-ditch
tackle by Sue Dixon. The ball found it's way out to Barbara again. She did
a quick one-two with Christine Crieghton and Barbara found herself through,
she sprinted past Marty, and my lunging tackle. She made us look pretty
ordinary and then she found herself with just the goalie to beat, and she
slotted the ball past Robbo to give the Vixenz their first goal!


"Fuck!!" I shouted. I couldn't believe it. The Female contingent in the
crowd went wild. They hadn't expected this, and they loved it. Wild
celebration erupted as the female supporters enjoyed the moment.


 It was short lived. What can only be said, was that our third, was against
the run of play. The girls had attacked again and only a dubious tackle by
Marty had saved us from more blushes, his pass found Mickey and he hammered
in our third and restored our two-goal lead. The game then settled into a
real match of thrust and parry. They were a lot better than I thought they
were, and at times made us look average.

 As the first half wore on we were expected to get on top because they
weren't used to playing forty-five minutes, but they finished stronger than
us. Twice they went close and forced a fine saves from Robb. I, for one,
was glad to hear the half time whistle.


Christine's Story

We started so poorly. I don't remember when we had ever played so bad. I
don't know whether it was the occasion, the opposition, or the big crowd,
but whatever it was it had a serious adverse effect on us. We were useless
and the boys exposed all of our shortcomings especially in the first ten
minutes. They were two nil up before we knew it, and in all honesty it
should have been four or five. But we came back. Barbara Reed with her
first touch showed them what we were capable of and it came as no surprise
that our first goal came from Barb. Her speed had caused a few problems and
when we could, we got the ball out to her. Wilkes had no answer to her
footwork and she made him look like a statue. I couldn't believe the
response from the crowd when our first one went in. We could win this, I
was certain after that little display. But we were the victims of a sucker
punch in less than a minute. We were still celebrating our goal when they
hit their third. Restoring their two-goal advantage. We composed ourselves
and picked ourselves up and decided we'd give them a game and go down
fighting. I just didn't want the game to turn into a rout.

We played a lot better after that and we held our own, and if anything we
finished stronger than them, with Janet and Sylvia Brennan forcing good
saves from their goalie, but when we came off at half time Monica was
fuming.


"What the hell happened out there during the first ten minutes?" She wanted
to know. "If you had started like you finished we'd be leading, not
trailing 3-1. You were terrible. We are better than them. We can win this!
We will win this but not if you play as poorly as that again. Do you
understand me?"

"Yes Ms Bailey". We replied in unison.

"We have the wind behind us this half take full advantage of it. Anywhere
close have a shot don't try to walk it in. Get the ball out to Barbara and
let her use her speed. We've scored one, I'm certain we can score again. OK
girls, let's show them who the best team in the school is. Let's go out
there and beat them!"


As we walked out for the second half the rain that had been threatening all
afternoon started as a slight drizzle, but it didn't dampen the
enthusiastic crowd. No one had gone home. The males were staying to watch
us Vixenz get the comeuppance we deserved and the females were staying in
the fervent hope of watching a Female victory. The chanting that hadn't
stopped throughout the first half continued into the second. If anything
giving us even more motivation.


 We started as we finished. The wind at our backs did give us a big
advantage and it was the boys who were having trouble getting the ball out
of their half. We got the ball out to Barbara and again she made Wilkes
look pretty ordinary. I thought they might have changed their full back but
they kept their faith in Wilkes, and I thought that it might be misplaced
as Barbara teased him again.


Bill's Story

Mr. Herd's words were lost on us. At best he was never the best tactician
in the world. He, like many teachers just loved to imagine themselves as
Alex Ferguson or Kevin Keagan plotting another premiership victory. The
bottom line was we were barely keeping our heads above water against a
girl's team. We had started well but we hadn't taken our chances and now
although we led 3-1 we weren't sure we could maintain our lead and as Mr.
Herd droned on I had a very uncomfortable feeling about the out come of
this game. "They'll fade as the game progresses they can't play for ninety
minutes, they're not strong enough." He was right of course. We would win
in the end because we were physically stronger. We went out and waited for
the girls to appear and as they did the rain started. This would also be to
our advantage. The girls rarely played in the rain. God knows why!


They attacked from the whistle and the wind aided them considerably. They
kept us pegged back in our own half and were very unlucky not to have
scored. Again it came from the right wing. Barbara slipped past Johnny
again and she should have done better.

"Fuck, John. She's making you look like a right fuckin' plonker". I yelled
at him.

"Well you mark her. If you think you can do better." He retorted.

" Just fuckin' hack her down!" Snapped Marty Sykes.

He didn't get a chance to. Kate Starling, who was also having a good game
in midfield, linked up with Barbara again and put her away down the right.
She intended a cross, but the wind got hold of the ball and it sailed over
Robbo's head into the top left hand corner of our goal leaving Robbo
flapping like the useless wanker that he is!

3-2!

The crowd was going crazy. This had been on the cards for a while. We all
looked at Johnny.

 "Chop her down." Came the instructions. Not from Tony or Marty or me but
from Mr. Herd!

The girls in the crowd were baying for blood as they sensed a victory. The
boys in the crowd tried to compete but they seemed to be having as much
trouble as we were on the field.

Johnny's tackle on Barbara Reed wasn't so much dangerous play as it was
down right criminal. He literally cut her off at the knees with a late,
lunging tackle that barreled her into the crowd.

"Jesus Christ" I winced as I watched his blatant missed timed tackle hit
home and send Barbara cart -wheeling. There was allsorts of shouting and
gesturing as the Vixenz demanded instant justice. Kate Starling and Jill
Crieghton tried to get a piece of him but Marty and I controlled them and
settled them down, but things erupted again when Mr. Herd only gave Wiksey
a yellow card. A caution! There was a bit of a melee Sue Dixon and Kate got
hold of Johnny and one of them kneed him in the nuts. Again it was Marty
and I who separated the trio. Sue Dixon stood over a writhing Johnny Wilkes
yelling at him to get up.   Barbara would take no more part in the game,
and Marilyn Brookes came on in her place. Mr. Herd then played his trump
card. He sent off Sue Dixon for retaliation! Again, another flare-up.
Tempers were beginning to fray, but when the dust settled the Vixenz were
down to ten girls, Barbara Reed was on a stretcher heading for the
infirmary, Marilyn Brookes replaced her on the wing and Sue Dixon was
heading for an early shower, and Johnny Wilkes had a yellow card against
his name. All in all not a bad outcome!


Christine's Story

Our second goal came at the end of some persistent pressure for the first
ten minutes of the second half we kept the boys hemmed up in their half.
Barbara, Kate and Sue led raids down their left flank and it was only a
question of time before we reaped the rewards. Down the other side Carmen
and Sylvia were being stifled by Bill Garratt and Roy Phillips, Janet and I
weren't having much joy down the center so we had to keep using Barbara's
speed and after about twelve minutes it paid off. Whether she really
intended a shot we'll never know, but that's what she claimed, as her
harmless cross, sailed into their goal. It was a beautiful thing to watch!

What happened next was not. We kept up our pressure down the right and as
Barbara was about to flash past Wilkes again he hit her with a very late,
very high challenge that effectively ended Barbara interest in the game. It
was a shocking tackle and he should have been red carded, but he wasn't. He
was cautioned! What resulted was an angry confrontation between Kate, Sue
and Wilkes with Sykes and Garratt trying to calm everyone down. Then I
think Sue kneed Wilkes in the balls. He went down as if he was polaxed. Sue
was sent off for retaliation. Marilyn was brought on to play down the right
and we continued with ten girls. It had been a moment of madness that we
could come to regret.


They recovered quicker and attacked down the left. Steve Watson, then Allan
Storrie, brought out the best of Liz Waldon's goalkeeping skills. The
second was a double save from Storrie that was gratefully thumped away for
a corner by Dot Grant. The corner kick floated over menacingly and hung on
the wind for a half second and Garratt hammered a header into the top
corner it hit the underside of the bar and bounced down onto the line.
There was an almighty goalmouth scramble, the ball bounced like a pinball
falling in front of Mick O'Keefe who didn't miss from point blank range.

I swore. 4-2.


We attacked again and we found that Marilyn's fresh legs were more than a
match for Wilkes. She pulled the ball back from the dead ball line and Bill
Garratt managed to flick it away with his head, but it was a weak effort
and the ball fell invitingly for Janet, who'd had a quiet game by her
standards. She hammered it on the half volley. The ball slammed into Wilkes
groin with a sickening splatter. He went down for the count, the ball
returned to Janet and she rammed it into the roof of the net. She screamed
a yell of delight and took off in a wild celebration. She took of her shirt
and waved if around her head with the team chasing after her.

4-3


Bill's Story

I was now convinced that we would win. Christ if we couldn't beat a ten
girl team we deserved to lose our title of The First Eleven. We peppered
their goal and we brought the best out of Liz Waldon but only won a corner
for all of our pressure. The resulting corner kick was an out swinger, I
rose to meet the ball with my head and I hammered the ball against the bar,
it bounced down to Mick and he hit it into the back of the net to restored
our two goal advantage. That should have broken their spirit. We led by two
goals and they were entering uncharted waters. But still they came; they
came down the right side again Marilyn was causing Wilksey as much trouble
as Barbara had and she got around behind him again, I managed to get to her
cross but my header was weak and it fell invitingly to Janet and she scored
after she knackered Johnny. I lay in the goalmouth as Janet went on a lap
of honour. You'd think she had won the fucking game.


The crowd was still as big as at the start of the game and just as vocal.
No one was leaving, despite the rain that was falling quite hard now.
Johnny Wilkes was replaced. He limped off and was replaced by Steve
Collins.

 There was less than twenty minutes remaining we needed another goal but we
were on the defensive and we couldn't break out of our half. Their midfield
of Kate Starling, Jill Crieghton and Sylvia Brennan were beating our
midfielders to the ball and they were creating the chances, not us.

 They forced another corner. We had been able to deal with their corners,
but we couldn't build an attack. Our forwards had to come too deep to pick
up the ball and Christine Crieghton seemed to pick up anything loose.
Another corner kick came across and Roy ballooned the ball into the air in
a desperate attempted to get the ball up to our forwards. The ball swirled
in the wind and fell back into our penalty area Dave White, under pressure
from Carmen McLeod, failed to control the ball and she stole it off of him
she turned and found herself with just the goal at her mercy. Robbo came
out to narrow the angle, but she slotted it under him and I stared in
disbelief as the net bulged.

4-4!!!!

Christine's Story

We were better than them. We could beat them. We appeared to be all over
them. They couldn't get the ball out of their half. Ms Bailey made a team
change and replaced Carmen with Louise Blackmoore. Her fresh legs would
test their full back.

There was a little over ten minutes to go. And again we attacked this time
down their left flank and Louise did show Phillips a clean pair of heels,
she pulled the ball back and Janet's header went oh so close! Then Sylvia
had a shot deflected onto the post with their goalie beaten.  It was all
us. They had no answer to either of our wingers. The girls in the crowd
must have been hoarse as they yelled even louder.

"VIXENZ, VIXENZ, VIXENZ!" They yelled. I couldn't hear the boys. We were
beating them on the pitch and off.

Another corner. We were beating them in every department of the game. Every
one was in their half. They were ones who were supposed to be dominating at
this period of the game. But we hadn't read their script. Girls always
dominate!

 The corner kick was hard and low and skidded through a forest of legs
where it could have gone anywhere. Marilyn eventually got a miss timed, off
balance, poke at it and it fell safely into Rob Wilson's hands. He looked
up and saw Mick O'Keefe all on his own on the halfway line and he threw it
and Okeefe chased it. Debbie Cross, who'd not put a foot wrong all
afternoon, was hopelessly out of position. She saw her error and turned to
chase after him. My sister, Jill and Dot Grant were also in hot pursuit.
But he was fast and only Liz Waldon looked likely to stop an almost certain
goal. She advanced slowly to the edge of the penalty area, but he rounded
her, she did force him wide and gave pursing posse a slim chance. Liz
recovered very quickly and dived at his feet a split second after he struck
the ball. The ball skidded across the soaked turf towards the open goal as
Dot Grant came in like scud missile, she slid across the sodden goalmouth
and scooped the ball off the line and away to safety.

 But Mr. Herd had already blown his whistle. He pointed to the penalty
spot. He was claiming that O'Keefe had been pulled down by Liz! I couldn't
believe it, nor could anyone else. It was also deemed to be a professional
foul and Liz was shown a red card! NO!! This wasn't fair. This was not fair
at all!

Liz left the field in tears. Paula McInness went in goal and we pulled
Janet off. This was an indication that we were going to defend and hang on
for the last few minutes.  If he scored it would all have been for nothing.
Allan Storrie stepped up and positioned the ball on the penalty spot. Paula
stood between the posts. The rain had stopped, but it was in the wind. Mr.
Herd blew his whistle and Allan Storrie ran up.


Bill's Story

We had no answer to their wingers. Instead of Barbara and Carmen they now
had Marilyn and Louise and both of them had the measure of our full backs.
They were beating us everywhere and I for one would settle for a draw. It
seemed likely to me that as the game proceeded they seemed more likely to
score.

 I was knackered. Another corner. A different ploy this time, a low hard
drive across the box that skidded everywhere and thankfully was easily
saved by  Robbo. He picked out Mick O'Keefe who was all on his own.

"Out, out." I shouted, as ran up the field, watching Mick close down on
their goal. He rounded their 'keeper and put it away.

"NO!" I yelled in disbelief as I saw their fullback clear it off the line.

"Penalty!" Someone shouted.

"Yes! You beauty." Someone else yelled unable to control their excitement.

The crowd was more vocal than ever, if that was at all possible. Boo's and
cheers greeted the decision.

 The referee then showed their goalie, Liz Waldon the red card. And
pandemonium ruled again!

They were down to nine now. They replaced the keeper and Allan stepped up
to take it.

He put it to his right. Their goalie guessed correctly. She went to her
left and got a hand to the ball and managed to push it around for a corner.

He missed it!! Wild scenes took place in their goalmouth as Steve Watson
took a short one. Mick hit it across to me, but I couldn't control it and
Sylvia Brennan tackled me. She won the tackle and put Louise away down the
left. She galloped away from her marker and from outside the penalty area
she took aim and hammered the fierce drive past our diving goalkeeper and
into the top right hand corner of the net. Without doubt the finest goal I
have ever seen scored on our pitch. What took place next and over the
following few minutes was a celebration I'd never witnessed before.
Screaming girls behind our goal mobbed Louise. There was a mini pitch
invasion as absolute euphoria ruled.

4-5!!!

Well at one end. There was nothing but silence from our boys as we watched
the girl's celebrations.

 Total mayhem. It took about five minutes to regain control, something that
wasn't lost on Mr. Herd. When order was finally restored we kicked off. The
rain had started again.


Christine's Story

He missed!! I couldn't believe it. He hit it firmly to Paula's left but she
got down to it and saved it! I couldn't believe it. They recovered quickly;
as they were taking a short corner we were still patting Paula on the back.
But their control was gone and Sylvia won a last ditch tackle and turned
defense into attack. Sylvia's pass found Louise out on the left wing and
Louise with the wind behind her almost flew down the pitch. Her red mane
flowed behind her almost like a flag.  They couldn't catch her. Every
stride she took she seemed to gain a yard on her pursuer. Then the next
thing she let fly with a shot from about 25 yards and I don't think the
goalkeeper saw it 'til he was picking it out of the net!

What a goal. I'd never seen anyone score a sweeter goal. I was the first
person to slow her down. She was mobbed by the girls behind the goal. I
jumped on her back and the next second there was a swarm of adoring fans we
collapsed in heap in the mud. I'd never experienced anything like it.

 Eventually we made it back to our half and that allowed the game to
commence. There couldn't be too much more time remaining. We just had to
hang on

Their attack broke down again, and we found ourselves in their half again.
We had the ball and they had to get it from us as we passed quickly and
efficiently one to the other. We ran them ragged. Kate to Jill to Sylvia to
Louise. We strung pass after pass together.  Eight, nine, ten, passes and
they chased shadows. "Olay, Olay, Olay" the women in the crowd cheered.

 We sliced their defense wide open and Louise was through again. She
unleashed another thunderbolt from just outside the penalty area that
crashed against their crossbar and flew back into play. Kate and Dave White
went for the loose ball. White had a yard on her but Kate beat him to it.
She flicked it inside to me and I sent Marilyn away down the right wing.
She hit it across and Kate Starling burst through she hammered the ball
goal wards and it cannoned off their keeper. They hacked the ball away, but
Sylvia got to the lose ball first, She put Louise through again, we were
beating them everywhere, Louise hammered her shot on target, their
goalkeeper did well to parry it. The ball spun out of his arms and Kate was
there to stab it home. The rout that everyone had feared was happening. The
only difference was it wasn't our team that was getting routed.

6-4 To the Vixenz!!!


Bill's Story

They were all over us. There were nine of them eleven of us, but it seemed
that they had twenty on the park. They beat us to every ball. They won
every tackle. I was absolutely knackered. They then started the possession
game. We couldn't win the game without the ball and they had it.

"Come and get it boy's", they taunted us.  The women in the crowd bayed
"Olay" as each passer found her teammate. Then Louise Blackmoore left me
for dead. I couldn't even get close enough to trip her! They tore us to
shreds. Marilyn was doing the same down the right, and Jill, Kate and
Christine completely dominated the midfield. They tackled harder than us.
They ran harder than us. Kate Starling made Dave and Marty and Roy look
average. She was reveling in the conditions.

'We would win the last ten minute. They're not use to it. Not strong
enough.'

'They can't play in the rain. Not used to it.' I'd been listening to all of
these quotes all week. How wrong could we be?

Their sixth goal was a combination of speed, skill and determination. They
ripped us apart down the left again. Louise let fly another twenty yarder
that Robbo didn't even see. It just about knocked his head off, and Kate
Starling mopped up. She was there first, she got to it before me and jabbed
it home.

I hadn't been watching the crowd, but there had been a mass Exodus after
the girls had taken the lead there were very few males left to witness the
last few minutes. The women were in full voice, urging their team on to
humiliate us some more.

"EASY, EASY, EASY." The chant began and it was on every woman's lips as
they came at us again.

I looked across at Mr. Herd, the referee and appealed for him to blow his
whistle and end our ordeal, but he wasn't watching.

Again Marilyn tore through our shattered back-line. She pulled the ball
back to Jill Crieghton who then stroked a perfect pass through to her
sister Christine. She let go from about six yards the shot was blocked.
Sylvia won the challenge at the dead ball line. She dragged the ball away
from another static challenge, then jinked and dummied, totally turned Roy
inside out, then back heeled it to Louise who was unmarked at the edge of
the box, Louise then picked out Deb Cross who had come up to join in the
fun. We were completely exhausted as Debbie slid passed me, and drove the
ball past our goalkeeper into the net for their seventh.

4-7!!!

That had to be it.

It was. Mr. Herd blew for time.

I lay there on my back, soaked, struggling to get air into my lungs,
praying for the final whistle. When I heard it something quite strange
happened.

Dot, who had just retrieved the ball from the net stood over me, I thought
that she wanted to shake my hand, but she had other ideas. She placed her
foot firmly on my chest and raised an arm in triumph. The crowd loved it.
She was chaired away and we were left to trudge off back to our dressing
room.



Christine's Story

No one in their wildest dreams could have predicted the final score. All
week most of us were really hoping that we wouldn't get thumped. I didn't
mind losing. I didn't like being humbled, and that was all I had hoped for.
Maybe we'd lose three or four one, as long as we scored, and as long as we
gave a good account of ourselves that was all that I wanted. I never
believed that we would win. I certainly didn't believe we would win so
convincingly. No one did. They were completely outclassed in every
department in the end. They were on their knees at the end and no one
missed Dot's symbolic gesture in their goalmouth.

We beat them. I was over the moon. We didn't just beat them we slaughtered
them. The longer the game went on the stronger we became. Like lambs to the
slaughter.

 The scenes on the field were pure undiluted joy. We didn't want to leave
the field. There were hundreds and hundreds of ecstatic females on the
field. Some swinging from the goals others just dancing with the team.
Teachers Mrs. Riley, Mrs. Evans, Ms Bailey. 6th formers and 1st years every
female in the school was celebrating the Vixenz triumph. It would be a day
that no women who was there would ever forget.


Bill's Story

That could have been it, an unpleasant, humiliating defeat. Get over it.
Get on with it. But something happened next that would make it very
difficult to get over and extremely difficult to forget.

We all got back to the dressing rooms at about the same time. All we wanted
to do was have a good shower get dressed and get as far away from this
place as quickly as we could. That was Plan A.

 We suffered in silence.  We had been beaten before in fact we were quite
good at it, but this defeat was different, we all knew that. We knew that a
lot of things had been on the line, not least our masculinity. So we kept
our thoughts to ourselves and all I really wanted to do was to get away
before they got back to shower, I couldn't handle their gloating. We nearly
made it, another few minutes and we could have slipped quietly away.

They arrive en masse, singing, shouting carrying on just like we would
have, had we won. 'We Are The Champions', seemed to be their favorite. They
were mocking us, taking the piss. They knew we were still in the changing
room next door. Then something that had never happen before occurred.
The adjoining door to the towel room was thrown open. They wanted to make
sure we heard every word. They were taunting us, almost challenging us to
shut them up.

 Then it occurred to me that something else had happened during our defeat
to them. We had lost our invincibility. We were The First Eleven. We were
the Cool Kids. In our school we ruled. Every kid in the school wanted to be
us. But now we had been beaten and the Mantle that had always been in this
dressing room had moved next door. The Girls Ruled. We were no longer the
school Gods. The school now had Goddess and we were redundant. They never
would have done this last week, but now they thought they could.

I was tying my shoes with these thoughts in my head, listening from the
taunts that were coming from next door when Steve Watson lost the plot.

 He responded to their jibes. I didn't really expect Steve to take up the
challenge. He was something of a fringe dweller, a quiet bloke, a follower
rather than a leader. But he rushed through into the towel room and stood
in the doorway of the girls changing room and before he could utter a word
they grabbed him and he disappeared in a blur and a howl of demented
cheers.


Christine's Story

We didn't want to leave the field, the scene of our greatest victory. We
didn't want it to end. We wanted to savour every second of it, and relive
it again and again. Louise's goal, that had been the one that had broken
them. But there were so many magic moments to go over and dissect. And we
did as we slowly walked back to the changing rooms.

 I caught up with Dot, Marilyn and Sylvia. They had their arms wrapped
around each other's shoulders and were talking about raiding the boys
dressing room. A final act of our victory over them.

As we got closer to the dressing rooms we slowed down and quietened down.

"I've got a plan." Said Sylvia. "We go into our changing room making as
much noise as we can. Singing, taunt them wind them up. They must be ready
to explode . One of them will, I can almost guarantee it. We'll give them
an open invitation and when whoever takes the invitation we grab him and
use him as bait. And if I'm not mistaken ladies we will have a very
interesting night!"


The first part of the plan worked perfectly. We didn't need to put on the
euphoria we were still very high from the game. We burst into 'We are the
Champions of the World' then 'It's All Gone Quiet Over There' along with
chants of 'What a Load of Rubbish'. It didn't take long at all until Steve
Watson, of all people, appeared in the doorway. He was about to swing a
punch at Kate, who was doing her best to stir them up, when Louise and Liz
grabbed him. The door was slammed shut and we dragged him into the center
of the dressing room. Louise and Liz held him up against the wall. Sylvia
stood in front of him and she put her had over his mouth. Her auburn hair
was still plastered flat and stuck to her face with mud and sweat and she
looked quite intimidating. She was about the same height as Watson, but
Louise and Liz made him look quite insignificant.

"Part two of the plan girls is to use the bait here". Sylvia explained.
"Hold the door shut," she told Marilyn and Paula, "and when I say so let it
fly open, and allow three or four to come in, then shut it again. First of
all we have to make the bait work for us."

She turned her attention to Watson "I want you to scream for help. Call for
the lads to come and rescue you. Can you do that?" She asked. He shook his
head.

"Maybe I'll help you." And her hand went down to his trouser belt and she
unbuckled his belt. She quickly unfastened the top of his trousers and
undid his zipper. We were chanting, Sylvia's hand snaked inside his pants
and she pulled out his cock and balls. She wrapped her hand around his
balls and squeezed! It had the required effect. She ground his balls
together and he squealed like a pig and in a few seconds the second part of
the trap fell into place.


Bill's Story

One second Steve was there then he was gone. He'd gone into the 'Promised
Land,' the girls changing room but judging by the noise coming from within
he wasn't enjoying himself.

"C'mon lads lets go and get him. Show those slag's what we can really do!"
Marty shouted. We all needed a chance to forget our performance on the
field and giving the girls a good hiding was one way of redeeming a bit of
face. Marty led I was right behind him followed by Graham Bond who changed
beside me.

They tried to hold the door shut, but we were stronger in that department
and we managed to pries the door open and force our way into their dressing
room. The door burst open they couldn't hold it. Marty was in, I quickly
followed and we were confronted with a very bizarre sight. Steve had been
stripped and was tied to a coat hanger. We were attacked. Debbie Cross
jumped on Marty and Sue Dixon and Dot Grant jumped on me It was all a bit
of a blur. Dot grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down Marty was flat on
his back as Debbie straddled his chest I heard all sorts of confusion
behind me. Shouting and yelling. Sue Dixon went for my waist and I felt her
fumble with my belt.

"No! No!" I yelled. Dot who was in her underwear, a red bra and red satin
bikini knickers squeezed the headlock that she had on me. Sue undone my
belt, I struggled but I couldn't release Dot's grip.

"Hold him Dot! Hold him." Sue shouted as she undone the top of my trousers.
I watched as Marty, pinned under Debbie, had his trousers removed. Kate
Starling, also dressed in just a white bra and purple knickers, quickly and
efficiently removed them and then ripped of his underpants. Roy was also
being stripped. I couldn't see him I could only hear his cries. Marilyn
Brookes joined in. Kate and Marilyn grabbed an ankle each and pulled his
legs up and Kate then stomped on his balls!

Holy Shit they were playing for real. Not to be outdone Marilyn crushed his
balls under foot. He screamed I then heard a similar squeal. Sue Dixon had
her hand inside my shorts and was groping for my balls. More girls joined
in and I was stripped. Dot pulled me to the floor and wrapped her legs
around my neck. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her
crotch. My shirt was ripped off, my arms forced behind my back, and one of
the girls tied my wrists with my tie. Sue in a red bra grabbed my ankles
and pulled them up.

"Sue, NO PLEASE! Sue No!!" I garbled into Dots crotch. She stomped on my
groin. I screamed in agony. I heard Roy pleading and then scream as he was
dealt with in a similar fashion.  Dot looked down at me between her thighs.
Her blonde mane tumbled over her breasts. She smiled at me, and then she
spat in my face. Louise and Janet Ford stood over me. Where was the rest of
the team? They couldn't have been dispatched that quickly. My thoughts were
shattered as Sue stomped on my balls a second time. I nearly threw up. I
would have if I had eaten anything recently.  Dot moved back off of my
mouth to let my screams echo off the walls.


I was picked up and tied to the steel mesh frame that separated the girls
dressing room into bays Louise tied my arms above my head, my legs were
pulled wide apart, Marty was tied next to me in a similar fashion and our
ankles were tied together. Graham Bond was on the other side of me and my
right ankle was tied to his left. Roy and Steve were somewhere behind us.
When Sue and Louise had finished tying us they grabbed us between the legs
Sue had a firm grip on my balls and Graham's while Louise latched on to
Marty's nuts; and they made the three of us squeal like sopranos!

 Sue had never really like me very much. She had been in my class for as
long as I can remember and we had rowed and bickered about all sorts of
things I usually came out on top. I guess things between her and I will
never be the same again.

Sylvia Brennan stood before us in a red bra and black lace bikinis.

"You are going to have an eye witness view of the destruction of your
football team. They are going to come through that door in a minute and
walk right into our trap. With your help of course." She smiled

"Ready?"


Christine's Story

We played them like musical instruments! Sylvia and Marilyn knew exactly
what the boys would do. They had been right about everything. The reaction
to the taunts, the capturing of the bait and the use of the bait had
produced the exact results. We now had five of the boys tied and naked in
our changing room and we were plotting to capture the balance.

We locked the dividing door and the only way into our dressing room was
through the gym.

"OK ladies, it'll take them a second or two to realize it but I think that
they will decide to attack us through the gym. It's the only other way in.
Paula remove the light bulb, and lets put a trip wire across the passage."
Sylvia was enjoying herself she was deploying her troops like a General.

Sue Dixon, in a red bra and white knickers had two of the boys begging for
mercy as she squeezed their balls.

"Scream you fuckin' bitch! Scream!" Sue yelled at them, grinding their
balls together.

And sure enough the door into the gym open ever so slightly. The chink of
light thrown into the dark passage, evidence to all who were watching.
Above his screams Bill Garratt tried to warn his friends.

"Don't. It's a trap!" He managed to say before Sue slapped her hand over
his mouth and hammered her knee into his groin splattering his already
busted balls. But they didn't heed his warning probably because they didn't
hear it over the din the other four boys were making.

 They charged in, led by Allan Storrie. Janet pulled the skipping rope
tight and Storrie tripped and fell O'Keefe, and Steve Collins quickly
followed and stumbled in the darkness. It was like shooting rats in a
barrel. Janet, Sylvia and I descended on Allan. I grabbed him by the hair
and wrapped my arm around his neck. Janet went for his groin. She delivered
a swift kick between his legs while he was still on his knees; he omitted a
loud groan and collapsed to the floor again. We pulled him on to his back.
I wrapped my legs around his neck as Janet started to strip him. Marilyn
and Dot had Mickey O'Keefe up against the wall. He was the smallest of the
boy's team and Marilyn and Dot looked like they were going to have him for
lunch! Already stripped of his trousers and underpants Marilyn, who stood a
shade over six feet, was stretching his scrotum almost to his belly button.
Pulling Mick up onto his toes. She then reversed direction and yanked his
balls down. Oooh! That had to hurt!

Collins was under Debbie Cross. She sat on Steve Collins' face, sitting
towards his feet as Carmen and Elaine Sheffield, who didn't play, stripped
him.

 It was chaos. Everywhere you looked the boys were being reduced to tears.
Sue was now bullying Garratt who was in agony, as was Allan Storrie. Janet
was dragging him around the dressing room by his balls. Marilyn tied Mick
O'Keefe to another clothes hanger and Debbie Cross was dispatching of Steve
Collins in a similar fashion. I helped tie Debbie pull his legs apart and
Louise made him hit notes he'd never hit before!

Then we went on the attack. We had eight tied up in our dressing room at
the most there was only four of them left. We hadn't seen Wilkes and we
thought that he might have left earlier. We hoped not, some of us had some
unfinished business with him. There were fifteen of us. We left Louise,
Paula and Dot to guard our captives; we then separated into two groups.
Kate, Liz, Geraldine Burton another girl who didn't play, my sister Jill,
Janet and Carmen went in through the towel room while the remainder,
Sylvia, Marilyn, Sue, Elaine, Debbie and I attacked through the gym.

 When we entered their dressing room a fight was already in place and in
all honesty our 'sisters' didn't need reinforcements. Tony Cousins was the
real prize. The School Captain and not a bad looking hunk, I think that
most of us in there had designs on him. He was under Geraldine when we
entered their change room. She had his shoulders pinned and held his wrists
as Liz pulled off his trousers. Wilkes was there and he led the retreat
straight into our party. Dave White was with him and the expression on
their faces was priceless! Marilyn and Sue and I tackled Wilkes and we took
a sadistic delight in taking him down. Dave White was another small one, in
more ways than one, we were soon to find out.

 Debbie is another of our Amazon's. We have four girls in the team who
stand over six feet, but Debbie is the most impressive.  With her long
blonde hair, that hung half way down her back. Her impressive breasts, that
her maroon lace bra barely contained, and matching lace thong, she radiated
a female strength that someone like Dave found so intimidating. He was no
match for Debbie, as Wilkes was no match for Sue or Marilyn or me for that
matter. Marilyn hit him with a right hand and sent him crashing into the
wall. There was loud cheer from the other end of the locker room as Liz
pulled of Tony's underpants. They were going to have some fun with him
tonight! I put a full nelson on Wilkes as Sue and Marilyn ripped his
clothes of. He cried like a baby as we stripped him. Which only fueled our
frenzy. As soon as he was naked Sue couldn't wait.

"This one's for Barbara." She snapped and hammered her knee into his
unprotected jewels. He omitted a hideous cry and would have collapsed to
the floor had I not been holding him. Marilyn was next. Big, magnificent,
Marilyn. Another one of our six-footers. She wore her blonde hair short,
just over her ears. Dressed in a red bra and black satin panties she took
his balls in her hand and squeezed! And just kept on squeezing! It took a
couple of minutes before he passed out.

We then dragged the remains of the boy's football team back to our dressing
room.


What happened in that change room that evening would go down in history and
all who were there will never forget.

If anyone would like to know, e-mail me at. janetford@westnet.com.au