It was the best of games it was the worst of games, it was the game of wisdom, it was the game of foolishness, it was a game of belief, it was a game of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was an autumn of hope it was the winter of despair, it was a 1-1 draw it was a 3-1 defeat, it was bloody freezing.
The Krakens realised the size of the task as it became apparent the combined age of the opposition was less than the combined age of our back four. The committee of captains arrived with no magnets, no witch craft, and no hope. We believed the cry that our wisdom would win over youth, speed, skill, lung capacity, commitment and stamina. This blind faith was justified after a few minutes (god knows when) as Gordon managed, as he often does, to be in the right place at the right time with the right amount of composure and skill to finish a move that started with the backs missed the midfield and ended well. The backs managed to fend off several attacks, blocked goals and generally managed to keep the Krakens in the game. Well done, gentlemen.
Unfortunately the children draw level with, what was without doubt the best goal of the game, straight through the keepers legs. Some say DOD scored it and it was an own goal but I understand the 9 year old claimed it in the Woking match report.
Somewhere along the way it was half time and the team committed to do the same in the second half as we did in the first half (apart from the own goal) as well as promise to buy tickets for the Christmas do before the end of the day. I believe some signed up during the second half.
During the second, half wisdom was running low particularly on the behalf of the umpire who (with the help of jeering crowd) awarded a short corner against us for intentionally hitting the ball out. As happened last time I wrote a match report this was a surprise to those of us who are learning about this game called hockey. Most people observed the ‘hammer’ rolling uncontrollably to the base line and with his feet in the air and his back to the player the ball deflected off his stick. Hey Ho! They converted the short corner as the backs discussed quantum physics and the ability of a particle to be in two places at the same time until you observe it in the back of the goal.
The final goal was the most embarrassing as a 5 year old boy appeared out of no where, no one had seen him before that moment, to pick up a ball that bobbled through all 21 players on the field.
Man of the match was justifiably awarded to Marcus Smith who was brilliant in midfield, DOD was unjustifiably awarded to Joe Hopcraft who did nothing wrong except score an own goal and flick a chest height aerial to the opposition from the 16. But I am not bitter.