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PICTURES AND STATISTICS FROM THE FINALS OF DISPENSERS LEAGUE MADONNA UNIVERSITY 2016




The dispensers league 2016 must have come and gone, but the memories from the day will sure last for a very long time, below Is the official statement from the organising committee.


DISPENSERS LEAGUE MATCHDAY 13 (FINAL)
                                          STATISTICS
                          AMPICILLIN FC            ARTEMETHER FC
GOALS                                       1                          0
ATTEMPTS ON TARGET         3                          2
POSSESSION                         54%                       46%

The 2016 season of the dispensers league was concluded yesterday with AMPICILLIN FC having the privilege to lift the trophy in the end. Both teams played well in the opening half and also were well coordinated and cautious with their game play to prevent conceding an early goal. To win a football match you must score at least one goal more than your opponent, The only goal of the game came in the 64th minute from VICTOR the youngest star of the league this season who was assisted by SUPER FWANKY the Captain and playmaker of AMPICILLIN FC, It was an Inspirational goal from the young star who was a valuable player for his team. Well for ARTEMETHER FC they played well with a very good game plan but like my Professor said in a lecture "Planning enhances chances of success, though it does not guarantee success".
AMPICILLIN FC are now the reigning Champions of the dispensers league conceding no goal this season,  this was made possible by the combined efforts of the goalkeeper GIB JOE and the Defenders SOMTEE AND RICHIE. ARTEMETHER FC came second.

A Big thank you to all who made this season a success... Thanks for your support, We really appreciate. One love,  one Pharmily.

Chairman                             Vice Chairman
Paschal Ogbogu                    Galvin Okorie

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