"People are like dogs. There are the little tubby ones everyone likes to pet, and the tall rangey ones we watch race and bet upon. There are all kinds of house dogs with waggy tails. Then there is the wolf. It is strong. It has powerful jaws and it is ferocious when roused. We are what we are team. And wolves is what we are. And all them little waggy beasts best walk wary around us!"

J Parsley, Spond, 14th of February 2025 AD

It was a grey but calm day in Peterborough. The various dogs of the world went about their business in peace. Little did they know that the wolves were about to descend.

After a rousing team talk from Sandy, in which we were reminded that he had never won a game on this pitch, and that losing games probably would not help with our final league standing, we were ready to play. The game started two minutes early (especially to make sure that Andy T was late) and the pack was off to a flying start. We circled the opposition with beautiful triangles and, within the first couple of minutes, we were rewarded - a sizzling hit from Stu into the d resulted in a goal. Who got the final touch? Possibly Jordan! Credit should go certainly to him as well as to Stu and anyone else who may have been close.

After that early goal, we continued to harry the opposition. Chance after chance came, with a brief pause only when Sandy's titanic hit broke the match ball. Unfortunately none of them be converted, and we went into half time one nil up.

The half time talk was energetic, and we resolved to keep our shape and energy and capitalize what so far had been a slightly sluggish opposition.

Our domination continued, with excellent defence from Paul and Will, the former defending a rare enemy shot from the line. Miles stopped another with a great save. James M and I made dangerous runs from the back. Balls continued to be passed through James P and George B to reach Andy, Jordan, Craig and Rob up front, but the Hounds of Peterborough managed to pressure our attempts enough that the goal never came.

In the last five minutes, disaster struck. The 6s pack, perhaps tired, let the opposition in a bit more than they had thus far. A short was won and... phew! Defended. The whistle blew for a final score of 1-0 to the 6s, though it could easily have been many more.

Wolf of the match was me, for runs and calls (howls?).
Lupine Lemon was Andy for his tardiness.

On to the next one - awoo!