Hawks soar to victory. By Will Heywood.
16 of Oxfords finest medium sized diurnal birds of prey made the 40 minute away trip to one of England’s finest and most quintessential towns (Oxford obviously being the most). The placid elegance of the midday sun shining upon the Thames as avid rowers took to their boats was ironically juxtaposed when the Hawks rocked up to Henley HC ground which had the backdrop of a parking lot and rather large Tesco’s.
The game started in sluggish fashion, with Henley on the back foot with the Hawks holding possession, pressing and probing deep into the Henley 25, just as coach Todd Williams installed into the players in the pre game team talk. The deadlock was broken, when a well won short corner was converted by Jack Biggs. Yes, Jack Biggs. The sigh of relief from Boggs that his son had finally scored (although some claim it took 4 deflections en route to goal) was quite a sight. Lucky there are no own goals in Hockey ey Jacko. The score remained 1-0 at half time.
The second half was a tough half of hockey, a very tough half. Henley, to their credit battled, contested and were quick on the counter attack, and well and truly “took the game to Hawks”. Hawks looked dangerous, but just lacked that final decisive pass. Deep into the second half, Henley went all guns blazing, then decided to remove their keeper for an extra outfield player. This played into the Hawks’s hands as 3 Henley mistakes resulted to 3 cunning opportunistic counter attacks which all ended in open goals for: Will Heywood, Ted Bennett and Ryan Parry.
4-0 the score remained at the final whistle. A gutsy performance, from an ever improving team. 3rd in the league. Top of the League Old Cranleighans next week. Don’t miss it.
Shoutouts have to go to:
Ryan Parry, for a man who is the size of Christ the redeemer, found space in what was like a sardine can.
Ray Prince, composure in defence and attack. Watch out for this kid in the future. You heard it first here.
Blakemore, thankfully no further goals.
Chris Price. Clean sheet. No more needs to be said.
MOM - Rocket
DOD - Will Heywood