With the spectre of wet weather and ground closures behind us (for now) a cold but gloriously fine day dawned and Keith assembled at Bus Driver Park to watch some girls play hockey. If I'm being honest, they were shit at it. So we left disappointed and meandered with no sense of panic or urgency into the changing sheds and got changed and had a bit of a moan at Muncher because why not?
A gentle run about on the field to loosen the limbs and oil up the joints followed by a stern talking to by Alex, Webby & Chief. Pre-game stuff done.

Of course, no important game would be complete without Dick Power's favourite love interest, the Fijian Lady Ref rearing her addled head and making a mess of things right when clarity and precision were needed. But hey ho, I've always said we don't win or lose matches because of a ref. But I may be forced to change my mind about that.   Read more