We donned our shinnies.

We actually departed Cambridge.

We remembered where the pitch is.

We played some hockey.

We called, we ran about, we tackled.

We even passed a bit.

We remembered which way up to hold the stick.

We ate a doughnut courtesy of Arsenal (a true gent).

We scored thanks to Nev.

We made some astonishing saves, if you're Jo.

We witnessed JDB miss a flick (a true gent).

We were humbled and delighted to be back out there.

We missed being part of the hockey family.

We are South.