So foul and fair a night I have not seen.

On a serious note, we all want to wish the Old Willys player from the game before ours all the very best for a speedy recovery.

Sitting comfortable? Then cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war because here comes the fable.
It was dark, it was cold and it was Medway. Away in these conditions against an old and proud club, Lillelien wasn’t there, it was as cold as Oslo, but the portents were not favourable.
Most of the first half confirmed that the evil from the spirit world had indeed cursed the team. The effort was there, the determination was there, the Will was there with his younger brother too, but the performance could only at best be described as staccato or sporadic or any other adverb beginning with s. It is, I’ve checked.
However, after a rousing half time pep talk from Lush, we set out in the second half to bring our credit days down for the FY ‘24-‘25. Blow me down and call me Aubrey, it worked.
Ian Poulter is famous for many things, his love of Arsenal FC, eating his Rice Crispies (other breakfast cereals are available) out of the Ryder Cup and for being nicknamed The Postman, as he always delivers. In Michael Wederell we have our very own Postman, for rather different reasons. Pouncing on the ball like a kitten with a ball of string, he surged forward and slipped the ball to Parker, who let fly with a timid shot but fortunately Wotherds was first to react, slamming the ball home and saving blushes.
First short corner, up step the Rudduckmachine, 2-0. Quickly followed by a counter attack of such blistering speed that Usain Bolt would have used an adverb beginning with s (it is, I checked) before Billane cooly, calmly and eventually made it 3-0.
The defence were again magnificent, it’s as if Hammond, Wells, Redmond, Steel and Lush have all been stolen from the harbour walls at Rhodes. Which, as it turns out, are now guarded by two life size deer, slightly disappointing, I could have gone to Knole Park to see that, perhaps the 700th Wonder of the World.
Behind them Coles did another accomplished Persil (other cleaning products are available) performance, not called on for long periods but solid when required. Noah got his Code Green in early this week and was superb. But PoM had to be Wreck it Parker. He hit the bar, he put his hand up when he kicked the ball, he smashed the living daylights and even some of the undead moonlight(s?) out of the ball and most of the run off areas. But he was tireless, skilful, turned the defence inside out, caused panic every time he picked up the ball, on some occasions even in the opposition.
This was not a good result, this was an excellent result and once again, built on the team willing to work and play with each other.
Thank you to Clan Herridge and Clan Cole for their support and to KB for saving any pre match blushes.