This Sunday saw some intrepid young bucks and buck-ettes wend their way into the wilderness of the M40ish area to contest a mixed hockey game with Birmingham University and a trumpet.
The day started with me eating 2 bacon sandwiches are some scrambled eggs (there were 3 eggs). (No yoke). This beast had a feast. (Having a great time with some internal rhyme). (It was pretty eggstreme). (It all boils down to just great diet). (It’s an opporktunistic way to live). Snout out to all those hearty breakfast lovers. (*I shouldn’t have had a beer before writing this*).
I then went to pick up Messers Jonathon Sanders and Joseph Heskin. Jonathon was terribly afraid of checking the time, because it would involve looking at his phone. Giving this some con-text(!) he may or may(not) have been on eggcellent form on Valentine’s day and therefore, was eggpecting some ingratiating replies from numberous eligible person or persons unknown. Joseph was in fact an absolute delight, slightly negated by the fact that he can’t confidently read maps. Perhaps upskilling in F3 could involve a cheeky Gold Duke of Edinburgh’s? But in fact, I do him an injustice because we arrived almost on time, and before Henry could call us to ask where we were, so in reality we should all be heartily congratulated. IN NO WAY was this car journey marred, some would say tarnished, (but others would probably say marred) by an unseemly act of wanton vandalism on my part. (To give this anecdote context, I passed my driving test only a month ago, and have 2 green ‘P’ plates tied to my car with bits of pink cotton). I was ‘adjusting’ my initial ‘park’ when my little corsa decided to joust with the stationary vehicle next to us. Unluckily, the plucky corsa lost its dual and then almost immediately, subsequently lost its wing-mirror. Both Js afterwards said that they had in fact premonished about this sad accident but had decided not to say anything because they didn’t want me to ‘freak out’. Luckily, I was able to fix the wing-mirror back on (without having to resort to pink cotton) – so all’s well that ends well.
The game began with Warwick Medics (hereby replaced with the abbreviation WM) playing an innovative 4-5-1 formation. WMs managed to vibrantly contain the much larger squad of Birmingham to only a few half chances in the first half whilst creating a number of opportunities themselves. Toni was particularly effective at RB containing her opposite woman adroitly. And Abi refused to Buckle under some intense pressure. Also, a mention in the first half to Amy who was thrown into the deep end by having to mark easily Birmingham’s best player. And doing well to limit her in her distribution. Unfortunately, Fen bravely Fen-ded off a loose ball by trying to swallow it. No-one had told her before-hand that this is in fact thought of as a ‘faux pas’ in the hockey world and BMs were duly awarded a flick which they dispatched to make the half time score 1-0.
At half time a few choice words were said by HDcave, who could clearly see(!) (*HD –High definition) what minor changes needed to be made in the second half. Dan and Stu on their WMs debuts also impressed with their no-nonsense, tireless running. They were both given eggausting instructions from the side but they both proved themselves to possess incredible fitness levels.
The second half followed much the same pattern as the first, BMs hustling without much penetration and WMs clearing their lines superbly. Jonathon eggcelling himself with some characteristically brave saves. (The definition of brave literally being: throwing yourself headfirst at hockey balls). As the WMs began to tire though we couldn’t find a way to halt and then subsequently turn, the blue-left-footed and yellow-right-footed tide. And a final score of 3-0 did genuinely flatter a club who actually have 3/4 separate teams and 2 training sessions a week. Metaphorical shout-outs should also go to Lizzie Hutchinson whose stick skills provided a great outlet on the right and Simon Saward and Stuart O’Connor for coming in and really strengthening up our collective ‘spine’. Aspineing stuff and sawarding for us all to see.
MOM wasawarded to Jonathon for some brilliant saves and DOD to ‘coach’ for not enough hips, or something like that. Well done everyone, we got a really decent result against a team who are probably favourites now to win the whole competition.
Now, having realised that I’ve gone over a side of A4, I will leave you with my final meal of the day: pasta, pesto and jelly. #maturecarboloading.
Over and out.
Coach
The day started with me eating 2 bacon sandwiches are some scrambled eggs (there were 3 eggs). (No yoke). This beast had a feast. (Having a great time with some internal rhyme). (It was pretty eggstreme). (It all boils down to just great diet). (It’s an opporktunistic way to live). Snout out to all those hearty breakfast lovers. (*I shouldn’t have had a beer before writing this*).
I then went to pick up Messers Jonathon Sanders and Joseph Heskin. Jonathon was terribly afraid of checking the time, because it would involve looking at his phone. Giving this some con-text(!) he may or may(not) have been on eggcellent form on Valentine’s day and therefore, was eggpecting some ingratiating replies from numberous eligible person or persons unknown. Joseph was in fact an absolute delight, slightly negated by the fact that he can’t confidently read maps. Perhaps upskilling in F3 could involve a cheeky Gold Duke of Edinburgh’s? But in fact, I do him an injustice because we arrived almost on time, and before Henry could call us to ask where we were, so in reality we should all be heartily congratulated. IN NO WAY was this car journey marred, some would say tarnished, (but others would probably say marred) by an unseemly act of wanton vandalism on my part. (To give this anecdote context, I passed my driving test only a month ago, and have 2 green ‘P’ plates tied to my car with bits of pink cotton). I was ‘adjusting’ my initial ‘park’ when my little corsa decided to joust with the stationary vehicle next to us. Unluckily, the plucky corsa lost its dual and then almost immediately, subsequently lost its wing-mirror. Both Js afterwards said that they had in fact premonished about this sad accident but had decided not to say anything because they didn’t want me to ‘freak out’. Luckily, I was able to fix the wing-mirror back on (without having to resort to pink cotton) – so all’s well that ends well.
The game began with Warwick Medics (hereby replaced with the abbreviation WM) playing an innovative 4-5-1 formation. WMs managed to vibrantly contain the much larger squad of Birmingham to only a few half chances in the first half whilst creating a number of opportunities themselves. Toni was particularly effective at RB containing her opposite woman adroitly. And Abi refused to Buckle under some intense pressure. Also, a mention in the first half to Amy who was thrown into the deep end by having to mark easily Birmingham’s best player. And doing well to limit her in her distribution. Unfortunately, Fen bravely Fen-ded off a loose ball by trying to swallow it. No-one had told her before-hand that this is in fact thought of as a ‘faux pas’ in the hockey world and BMs were duly awarded a flick which they dispatched to make the half time score 1-0.
At half time a few choice words were said by HDcave, who could clearly see(!) (*HD –High definition) what minor changes needed to be made in the second half. Dan and Stu on their WMs debuts also impressed with their no-nonsense, tireless running. They were both given eggausting instructions from the side but they both proved themselves to possess incredible fitness levels.
The second half followed much the same pattern as the first, BMs hustling without much penetration and WMs clearing their lines superbly. Jonathon eggcelling himself with some characteristically brave saves. (The definition of brave literally being: throwing yourself headfirst at hockey balls). As the WMs began to tire though we couldn’t find a way to halt and then subsequently turn, the blue-left-footed and yellow-right-footed tide. And a final score of 3-0 did genuinely flatter a club who actually have 3/4 separate teams and 2 training sessions a week. Metaphorical shout-outs should also go to Lizzie Hutchinson whose stick skills provided a great outlet on the right and Simon Saward and Stuart O’Connor for coming in and really strengthening up our collective ‘spine’. Aspineing stuff and sawarding for us all to see.
MOM wasawarded to Jonathon for some brilliant saves and DOD to ‘coach’ for not enough hips, or something like that. Well done everyone, we got a really decent result against a team who are probably favourites now to win the whole competition.
Now, having realised that I’ve gone over a side of A4, I will leave you with my final meal of the day: pasta, pesto and jelly. #maturecarboloading.
Over and out.
Coach