Today’s match was interesting. But it all began before arrival at the pitch, for me anyway. I woke, fed the dog, took her out for a peepoo, had a nap with the dog on the bed then finally got dressed at 9.30 to go for a walk, with the dog. We took on the dyke, from Woodditton to Dullingham. We had a good stroll, praising all the poops and pees. On return home, I spoke to Jake about the dog’s routine for while I was at hockey and cooked some scrambled eggs; delightful! Packed my bag and hopped into the car.

Incoming call:

Kim: ‘Hey George, you on your way?’
G: ‘Yeah, just in the car. You asking because I haven’t spoken to anyone for a few days?
Kim: ‘We start at 12!’
G: ‘Oh ****! I can’t believe I have done that!’ (Clock reads 11.38)
Kim: ‘You will be going on in the back four when you get here.’
G: ‘Okay, thanks. Can’t believe I have done that. I will be about twenty minutes.’
Kim: ‘Lemon!’

And that’s when the match started! I arrived ready to go on the pitch at 12.01. We had a lot of the possession and did well to convert balls into short corners; however, we weren’t converting the shorts (Editor’s note: we actually scored both our goals from said short corners).

The second half brought on some profanities and some tough competition. We were hustling the ball around but each time we got the ball to cross the goal line, Nomads managed to do the same, resulting in a two-two draw. I won Lemon! Roisin got a well deserved MoM for her hard work in defence. Other mention goes to Robin for her cracking goals.

The day didn’t end there for some. We had our pizza and set off to enjoy weekend activities. After carefully placing my very special dentist-formed gum shield in my astros when I changed, I was most frustrated to learn that it was gone on returning home. A rushed trip back to Long Road yielded no success so, gumshield-less, I headed to London.

Wicked day!