Saturday was one of those days that wasn’t much fun as a captain. The phone ringing incessantly from 9am onwards, players dropping out due to the weather, half the usual team available and general uncertainty about whether the game was on or off, our usual preparation was poor and how it showed. As it was, we gained assurances that the game was to be played and we hot-stepped it over to Wallingford, albeit fairly gingerly in treacherous conditions. Two words; flippin’ freezing. Massively grateful to H for standing in at the last minute, as James Mahon was snowed in, we still had a decent team to face a suspiciously different Wallingford side to the one we humped earlier in the season. What happened over the next 35 minutes was nothing short of awful – we were caught out of position, couldn’t pass for toffee and looked generally woeful. Tom in goal was never at fault as we reached the season’s nadir as we went 1-4 down. A quick half time rollicking and we had the blizzard on our backs, rather than in our faces, and showed a lot more resolve in the second half. Charlie grabbed one back, before we conceded a hapless fifth with some classic non-communication. From 2-5, we then proceeded to dominate the game and grabbed a couple more goals to give us hope. It got a bit bad-tempered though it seemed Hawks were the only team that got punished by the umpire wearing mittens and dark glasses – Ferret having a little spell on the side, reacting injudiciously due to the frustration of being hacked all morning – and we had a glorious opportunity to level at the death, but it wasn’t to be. A much better second half, but we were all cheered up by spending the rest of the day indoors.
1st goal - Own goal