I shouldn’t even be writing this…but our nominated Dick of the Day seems to be truly living up to his name and has failed to write a match report, so the job has fallen to me, Tash, your lovely Social Sec (who happens to be absolutely clueless when it comes to anything related to hockey). Anyway, a team of eager Warwick medics made the horrendously long trek all the way to Birmingham for a weekend of shenanigans, too much drinking, poor life choices, oh and some hockey too I suppose.
We donned our best Hogwarts attire and piled into a party taxi to our first destination on the bar crawl. The food was meh, but the drinks were flowing, and credit goes to Josh “I drank too many red bulls” Nicholls for an outstanding performance on stage, making Gryffindor and the entirety of Hogwarts, proud. After some cringe-worthy attempts at comedy from the venue and more stage games, Dumbledore’s Army set off for a night of too many (alcoholic) butterbeers, and had a cracking night that rivalled the antics at the Yule Ball.
The morning was met with bacon sarnies lovingly prepared by yours truly, and we set off bright and early for our first day of hockey. I genuinely can’t remember how many goals we scored, and it probably didn’t help that I spent most of the time off pitch attempting to take photos of you all, but we managed to win all of our games, making it into the Cup league…meanwhile the doctors team made it into the Plate league, although that’s partially our fault. As the day drew to a close after a series of spoons, human pyramids and debauchery, we were rearing to go in our awesome Star Wars attire, although the weekend had worn out a few of our team (myself included), and most of us ended up going home early and insisted that we would continue the party back at the house…we didn’t.
The last day of NAMS, we were once again up bright and early, and ended up being the first team to arrive at the pitches (so keen!) before our hosts from Birmingham had even arrived, let alone set up for the day. Again, I have forgotten most of the details from the day, but I remember being forced to wear the Twat Hat for being a rubbish Social Sec the night before and being in bed by 11pm (fair). After an even match against Plymouth for a place in the final, the score was still 0-0, and the game continued to penalty flicks; a sour topic for most of us. WE WERE ROBBED!!
Key players Henry Delacave and Alex Hammant gave the penalty flick competition a go; would it be a second win in a row for Hammant? Sadly, no… After spending the remainder of the day supporting Newcastle’s hockey team who went on to win NAMS 2016, the tired Warwick medics headed home, finishing in 4th place after a fantastic weekend.
Man of the Tournament - Josh Nicholls for reasons I’m not going to specify for all of the public to see, but trust me when I say, not a single other nomination stood a chance of being better
Dick of the Tournament - Harry Winter-Taylor for being miserable the whole weekend despite it being his birthday, complaining none stop and generally just driving everyone insane
We donned our best Hogwarts attire and piled into a party taxi to our first destination on the bar crawl. The food was meh, but the drinks were flowing, and credit goes to Josh “I drank too many red bulls” Nicholls for an outstanding performance on stage, making Gryffindor and the entirety of Hogwarts, proud. After some cringe-worthy attempts at comedy from the venue and more stage games, Dumbledore’s Army set off for a night of too many (alcoholic) butterbeers, and had a cracking night that rivalled the antics at the Yule Ball.
The morning was met with bacon sarnies lovingly prepared by yours truly, and we set off bright and early for our first day of hockey. I genuinely can’t remember how many goals we scored, and it probably didn’t help that I spent most of the time off pitch attempting to take photos of you all, but we managed to win all of our games, making it into the Cup league…meanwhile the doctors team made it into the Plate league, although that’s partially our fault. As the day drew to a close after a series of spoons, human pyramids and debauchery, we were rearing to go in our awesome Star Wars attire, although the weekend had worn out a few of our team (myself included), and most of us ended up going home early and insisted that we would continue the party back at the house…we didn’t.
The last day of NAMS, we were once again up bright and early, and ended up being the first team to arrive at the pitches (so keen!) before our hosts from Birmingham had even arrived, let alone set up for the day. Again, I have forgotten most of the details from the day, but I remember being forced to wear the Twat Hat for being a rubbish Social Sec the night before and being in bed by 11pm (fair). After an even match against Plymouth for a place in the final, the score was still 0-0, and the game continued to penalty flicks; a sour topic for most of us. WE WERE ROBBED!!
Key players Henry Delacave and Alex Hammant gave the penalty flick competition a go; would it be a second win in a row for Hammant? Sadly, no… After spending the remainder of the day supporting Newcastle’s hockey team who went on to win NAMS 2016, the tired Warwick medics headed home, finishing in 4th place after a fantastic weekend.
Man of the Tournament - Josh Nicholls for reasons I’m not going to specify for all of the public to see, but trust me when I say, not a single other nomination stood a chance of being better
Dick of the Tournament - Harry Winter-Taylor for being miserable the whole weekend despite it being his birthday, complaining none stop and generally just driving everyone insane