Football Match
		Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to sport today. Radio Anor brings you live coverage of tonight's match from the hallowed grounds of Pellenor stadium. The atmosphere is tense, especialy for the Gondor eleven as this is a match they must win to avoid relegation. Today's eleven for Gondor are Beregond and Peregrin, both from Minas Anor F.C., Halbarad of Fornost Rangers, Duinhir of Morthond F.C., Imrahil of Dol Amroth Swans, Gandalf of the Istari 5 a side, and Theoden, Eomer, Dernhelm, Elfhelm and Meriadoc of Rohan Riders... and we haven't come on air a moment too soon, now the players are entering the field, and ladies and gentlemen, you can hear the crowds cheering. Angmar, captain of the Mordor team is now speaking with the referee, as is Imrahil. It is a surprise to see Gandalf in the Gondor team here tonight, as his manager, Denethor, described him as Gandalf Stormcrow, bringer of ..., but I see Mordor has won the toss, and Angmar himself is kicking off, and he charges with his fiercest players, the Orc brothers to his left and right, but Gondor aren't letting them through this easily, and young Peregrin Took is challenging Angmar, but Angmar passes, ... to Mûmakil, a player of great weight, but nevertheless of great skill, and few can withstand the tooth of his onslaught, and Beregond moves in, but Mûmakil passes to Grond, and that's the whistle. It's a corner. Imrahil takes the corner for Gondor. The excitement of the Mordor fans is heated, as they beat their drums and sing their team's song "we kill, we kill, we kill, we kill, we are the dark lord's host!", but Gondor manages to control the ball, and here we see Gondor's classic midfield strength in action as Beregond powers the ball into the Mordor half. Yet the power of Mordor is greater than envisaged, and he looses the ball to Grond. The Gondor team are weakened today, with Faramir out of action due to illness, and Denethor himself little better. In fact Faramir is his son, and they have hardly recovered from the sad death of Boromir. Also mysteriously missing are Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas... . Now Mordor is putting pressure on Gondor again. The Mordor team are rushing in to the Gondor goal, leaving all the Gondor players midfield. Grond and Mûmakil are leading the way. Gondor cannot withstand their charge. The Orcs are following close behind, and then comes Angmar himself. Where is Gondor? The fans are dismayed, they are silent. They see their chances of avoiding relegation melting away. And now Angmar controls the ball, with his men to his left and right, and only the brave Gandalf crouches in the goal, and Angmar pauses to shoot. He seems to be saying, "Gandalf, old fool, your hour is come", this seems a free goal for Mordor. Angmar shoots... Gandalf saves the ball. It's a mircale. Somewhere a trumpet sounds and the Gondor fans are shouting "Rohan!, Rohan". The Gondor fans are extatic, as the lads from Rohan suddenly sweep into the midst of the action. Theoden is captain of the Rohan team, here he comes, together with Eomer his son, Dernhelm, Elfhelm and Meriadoc. They have been keeping a low profile during the first part of the game. Now Theoden siezes the ball, and passes to Elfhelm. Now Halbarad takes it, and advances on the Mordor goal. Halbarad passes the ball to Imrahil, and Imrahil shoots the ball ahead, to the midfield where Theoden has taken up position. All alone, Theoden of Rohan conquers territory and rushes the ball towards the Mordor goal. But here comes the Haradim. The Black Serpent joyously pounces on the poorly defended ball, yet his joy is shortlived. Theoden outmanouvers him. The Mordor fans are disappointed. Theoden rushes for a goal. The Gondor fans are extatic. Now the others are catching up with him. Here is Dernhelm, and here is Meriadoc. Angamar jumps between the goal and Theoden. He ... he fouls Theoden and takes the ball; Theoden falls. He is wounded. The Mordor goalie pounces forwards, as if to eat him. And that's the referees whistle. But Angmar continues. No. Angmar and Mûmakil argue with the referee. It's a penalty for Gondor. The Mordor fans are outraged. The stretcher bearers are carrying away Theoden. He appears badly hurt. Meriadoc is talking to him. Meanwhile, Dernhelm is taking the penalty. The Mordor goalie is a beast of a man. More like a monster. Look at his nostrils. The fans are shouting. Dernhelm shoots, but alas, the ball glances off the goalies hands. And the ball is in play, Meriadoc captures it, Dernhelm shoots again, and it's, IT'S A GOAL! The goal we've all been waiting for. The Gondor fans are roaring with joy. Yet Angmar is furious. He's shouting at his goalie. He punches Dernhelm. The referee blows his whistle. This is amazing! I don't believe it! Dernhem's hair is blowing free in the wind. Everyone can see he... she is a woman.... What will the FIFA say to this? Yet the referee's attention is elsewhere. He shows the red card. Angmar is being sent off. Mordor's fans are furious. The traitor, sorry, trainer, Saruman, is raging. Mûmakil is arguing with the referee. But truly, Mordor has lost it's best player, and is one-nil behind. This is the best news for Gondor in years. Dernhelm is weak from Angmar's blow, she is being taken off. Three fresh players are coming on as replacements for Theoden, Dernhelm and Halbarad. They are, it's the surprise of the night, and the fans are chanting their names... you can hear them repeat "Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas". Aragorn is the captain of Fornost Rangers. Many call him 'the King'. His father was Arathorn, in his time also captain. Legolas is of Mirkwood F.C. and Gimli is of Erebor. Khazâd they call his team. Aragorn greets Eomer, and together they rush into action. Imrahil joins them, and amidst the shouts of joy of the Gondor fans they drive home to ... GOAL. Yes, the crowds are singing with joy. This two-nil is more than we dreamt in our wildest dreams. The referee blows to end the game. Gondor fans celebrate their heroes. But their joy may be shortlived. They won the home match against a formidable opponent, but next week they must play the away match on Mordor's own hostile territory. Can they face them there? Join us again next week to find out. From the Radio Anor team here in rejoycing Pellenor, goodnight.
	This text was published in Aglared 17 (2002) <== back to article list
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