For me it has to be the deflating of the monster on field two!!
All was going fine. I'd knelt down just outside the main double coke can back barricade, took two off the break, GREAT!! Then i made a dash for the end of the monster, and made it. I got in real tight while my back left player took care of the opposition player at the other end of the monster. He finally goes, leaving just a guy in the back double and a guy in the rocket. No probs, or so i thought!! I lent into the monster to give myself a better angle to come round on the bloke in the rocket. However, i carried on leaning, and leaning, until i was almost horizontal!! Not a good thing! First i could see this player's peak, then his goggles, then his upper body and then his gun came into view!! OH ****!! There was now nothing but a pile of deflated barricade between me and this guy's paint. ****!! I don't think he knew quite what had happened coz he hesitated for ages before opening up, allowing me just enough time to dive behind the teabag and take cover as a hail of paint whipped over my head! All i did was lean against it and the biggest, and for me the most important!! barricade became a heap on the floor with the marshalls and the crowd having no end of fun laughing their asses off at me gradually realising that my barricade was collapsing at the worst possible moment!! This was illustrated by the shouts of "what the f@ck!!" and "Oh ****".
All was going fine. I'd knelt down just outside the main double coke can back barricade, took two off the break, GREAT!! Then i made a dash for the end of the monster, and made it. I got in real tight while my back left player took care of the opposition player at the other end of the monster. He finally goes, leaving just a guy in the back double and a guy in the rocket. No probs, or so i thought!! I lent into the monster to give myself a better angle to come round on the bloke in the rocket. However, i carried on leaning, and leaning, until i was almost horizontal!! Not a good thing! First i could see this player's peak, then his goggles, then his upper body and then his gun came into view!! OH ****!! There was now nothing but a pile of deflated barricade between me and this guy's paint. ****!! I don't think he knew quite what had happened coz he hesitated for ages before opening up, allowing me just enough time to dive behind the teabag and take cover as a hail of paint whipped over my head! All i did was lean against it and the biggest, and for me the most important!! barricade became a heap on the floor with the marshalls and the crowd having no end of fun laughing their asses off at me gradually realising that my barricade was collapsing at the worst possible moment!! This was illustrated by the shouts of "what the f@ck!!" and "Oh ****".