Genuinely have no idea how we managed to lose today and I have been thinking about it, a lot, since the final whistle.
The positives, it was a nice winters day towards the coast, Adlam scored another goal that proves Rudduck just taps the ball, the detritus on the pitch at Polo Farm is much nicer than locally, we couldn’t decide which dish had been accompanied by the salad strewn across the pitch, I think my choice of kebab slightly unlikely, have you noticed how long this paragraph is and still going, Gallagher in goal made several key saves, curly sandwiches have been replaced by sausage and chips, and breathe.
Did we deserve to win? Should we have won? Were we the better side? Did we play the better hockey? All rather existential conundrums that I can’t face given how much I’m sulking. To coin a phrase, “we had to duck to avoid the amount of toys getting thrown out the prams
and coming our way”.
Yes, we should have won and could have played better, but we didn’t, so we need to dust ourselves off, get over it and get ready for next week.
Thanks to Gary and George for organising us brilliantly as always.