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Season 2003 - 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

The story of life in and around Oxford Hawks Falcons.

 

Falcons are a veterans (over 35)/vintage (over 50) side mainly playing friendly matches on a Saturday throughout the hockey season.

 

 

Any similarity to real life found within the stories that follow is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

2003 – 2004 Season

 

Saturday 13th Sept. – Milton Keynes away

 

 

Were you dismayed at the 'domino' effect Wimbledon had on our tennis players this summer?

Did you cringe at the "promising" display of our athletes during the recent World championship.

Has the test series between us and South Africa left you 'a quivering wreck'. Well!

Fear not for your sanity any longer (mind you, you must be as daft as I am if your reading this).

For the might that is "The Oxford Hawks Falcons" having dusted off their hockey paraphernalia are set for another season of fun and games, with the odd (and I do mean odd) hockey match thrown in for good measure.

So in the immortal words of Emerson, or was it Lake, or Palmer -

"Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends"

So! PJ having invited all the squad to attend with "first twelve responses will be picked" (There's solid Welsh optimism for you) finally cajoled the following 11 to collect at Cutteslowe for a 9.00 meet for a 10.30 'bully' at Milton Keynes.

Bentley, Billington, Cole, Crampton-Smith, Curtis, Eliot, Kaluza, Kentfield, Robson, Sobey, Wilsdon (+ A. N. Other to share the Umpiring duties). PJ being unavailable, he's got a Saturday job. No Rogan either, suffering from over-training during the hot, dry summer he's taking two weeks 'r & r' in foreign climes.

Saturday morning dawned bright & cheery, as did the 11 Falcons (A. N. Other also being unavailable) - Well, 10 of the team were bright & cheery the 11th, suffering a mild case of over training from the 6 hour session the night before wasn't 100% (But then who wants to see 100% of me first thing any time let alone in the morning).

All cars arrive in good time, giving us a chance a) observe a superior pitch watering system in operation (although good that it was we decided it took all the fun out of it, and b)

12 members of the oppo doing their famous synchronised warm up routine (this having a worrying effect on a couple of us who hadn't witnessedd it before).

Godd news! They've agreed to supply both 'umps', although the general feeling is they may be a tadge biased. MK's fitness gives them a slight edge in the first half. They run in two good goals, we respond with a belter of a penalty corner strike from Sobes. Half-time 1-2 down but not disheartened, a tactical swap of our two wingers and off we go again. Strangely MK appear to be running out of puff this half allowing us to dominate proceedings. Two goals from David Cole (left wing) gaining us a 3-2 victory. He carefully avoided a 'jug' with a wild air stroke and nifty use of his foot.

A quick warm down in their clubhouse. Where it was generally agreed that hockey played in a sunny disposition by 22 players with a sunny disposition was what Saturdays are all about. Then with the afternoon available the team went their individual ways. Elio to watch his daughter play, Robby to coach Kidlington ladies & Mark to cardiff to watch the 'Chemical Brothers' - He claimed it was his daughters idea, but!!! Naturally one of the cars made its way back to Hawks, where an impromtu tasting session of the "steaming" was enjoyed.

Next week, a home game. With Rogan apparently threatening to parachute in from his flight home.

See you all in the bar at sometime during the season - You did, I assume, know we have a bar. For those who didn't its in the left-hand side of the building you have to pass to gain entrance to the pitch!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome back after a very fine summer.

My erection has been well used and appreciated by many.

Are we all tanned, lean, mean and eager for the fray?

Who knows, only time will tell.

 

It has been a long hot summer, especially for those keen sportsmen amongst us who have worked hard to ensure that we are well prepared for the new season. Summer hockey has featured once again for a number of Falcons who have managed to make appearances in the Vets. Summer league side. Between matches versus Old Combustibles (otherwise known as Abingdon but now known as City Venerables) there were games against Tring, Lansdowne and others to help us keep our hands in and make an impression at the bar. I even managed to represent City versus the O C’s!

 

Some, I know, have tried to play some tennis and others have played cricket, and one has majored in Aunt Sally, all in an attempt to hit the new season “up and running”. Unfortunately this rigorous regime has not suited everyone and some have already fallen before reaching the starting gate: eh Paddy and PJ! However those more hardy souls amongst us are rarin’ to go and get at ‘em.

 

In actual fact the training has been harder this summer owing to the demise of a key  fitness centre favoured by a number of Falcons. TWH (The White Hart, Fyfield) is not the establishment it once was. Owing to a somewhat dysfunctional landlord the establishment has degenerated into a mere shadow of its’ former self. Its only saving grace is the continued ability to serve a good pint of Hook Norton. Some of us have perservered therefore with this excellent training material. CCC (Cumnor Cricket Club) has also featured prominently into the fitness maintenance routine, not least because of the participation of some Falcons in the Hobos side that plays cricket on Thursday evenings. In fact CCC could probably put out quite a reasonable hockey side when you analyse the faces seen around the place (Meadows, Wilsden, Mitty, Cox, Hughes, Munsey to mention a few). Eight Bells at Eaton has also seen its fair share of action, particularly on Wednesday evenings – Aunt Sally night. And, failing all else, there is The B & RA (Bear & Ragged Staff/Arse, Cumnor) which maintains its tradition of poor beer but good hospitality resulting in considerable quantities of Guinness being consumed.

 

The B & RA annual charity bike ride has been separately reported and we are anticipating Pumpkin Night and the election of The Mayor as I write. But, meantime, we now turn our attention to the winter hockey season and a full Falcons fixture list, the league title to defend, and another crack at the Veterans Cup. Richard Wilsden has taken over arranging Falcons fixtures. PJ is, once again, trying to get ten of us and himself onto the park, whilst Henn is master minding our attempt at The Cup. Summer recruiting seems to have gone splendidly with no new faces on the scene, albeit there are rumours of a number of Senators having ambitions to step up and join us. Time will tell and, who knows, they might get a mention in the weekly reports.

 

If anyone has any additions/deletions to mailing list, news, special requests or reports from afar let me have them and I will decide whether to ignore them or not.

 

Watch this space and keep an eye on the Oxford Hawks website especially for 1st XI home league fixtures, mainly on Sundays, 13:30 start. Watching National League hockey is a revelation for those of us who started off on the bottom pitch at Cutteslowe, and our “1’s” deserve support for the effort and commitment required at this level in an unsponsored environment.

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Saturday 20th Sept. – Chippenham Chipmonks - Home

 

"Where have all the flowers gone"

                (Line from a famous 60's pop song)

"Where have all the Falcons gone"

                (Lament from a famous 60 year old)

Once again PJ melted the airways in an attempt to put 11 players + 1 umpire on the pitch on Saturday, and ......

Once again he succeeded, but!!!

Only 7 Falcons + 1 new player + 3 players from the Falcon Youth Squad (Senators. Many thanks to 'Billers', 'Boggs' & 'Griff'. PJ himself doing the blowing.

Thus Saturday arrived - clear, bright & hot and (fortunately) so did the squad (arrive that is & got hot) - Wilsdon, Kentfield, Robson, Breeze, Biggs, Billington, Cole, Sobey, Bailey, Cramptom-Smith, Griffiths.

At 12.00pm (high noon) the game started - We didn't, they did. It's not that the wheels fell off, we just hadn't put them on to start with. Can't remember the half-time score, or for that matter the first half. A re-shuffle of the pack at half-time sorted us out and we looked good. But! Too late the damage was done and we ended up losing 2 - 3.

Goals from Mark Crampton-Smith & Ian Sobey, with Chris B denting the upright with one blistering shot.

Were we down hearted? Just a tadge! Still there's always beer & a plate of Jans' 'Killer' Chillie to sort things out, and, of course next week.

So stay tuned!

Will PJ get more than 11 positive responses?

Will the 'missing' Falcons be found before we call in Interpol?

Will it all end in tears?

 

 

 

 


Saturday 20th September 2003 : Olton & West Warwick away.

 

 

 

Oxford Hawks Falcons Update

 

Most/all of you will have already seen the report from Mike below.

I have a couple of comments to add.................

 

weekly training is being seriously disrupted at the moment owing to individuals going on holiday (during the season!!!!) and a marked deterioration in training facilities.

 

With regard to the facilities: there is nothing wrong with the equipment (Hook Norton remains on good form) it is just that the venue is now so gloomy. As a result we are faced with a choice of inferior equipment in brighter surroundings, good equipment in gloomy surroundings or not training at all.

 

It was an NTAA week, somewhat made up for on Friday by an enthusiastic assault on the Giunness at the B & RA (Bear & Ragged Arse).

 

Despite this Friday night enthusiasm I was still cognicent enough to recognise that:

 

- I did not score a goal on Saturday against Olton, it was disallowed. Apparently I was closer to the side line than the goal line!

- MCS got one and had one disallowed

- Sobes scored his weekly - eventually!

- Nick was never more than 18 inches from the goal line for all his 3!  I am reliably informed that 18 inches is stretching things a bit!

- Hitman Henman was stirring things up again.

 

I leave the rest to Mike's report, except to add the missing lines for this weeks ode (see Falcons page on the Oxford Hawks website) has to be.............

 

................................serious thing.

Scoring three and not buying: you deserve to swing!

Very adept at twiddling around, is our Nick,

And he has a killer flick.

A player who hasn't featured latterly

Since he got that noisy bump upon his knee.

 

 

......And as predicted, along came this week. But!! Despite PJ swelling BT's coffers once again, the Falcons could only travel with 10 & no umpire. Fortune, fortunately, favours the brave - PJ managed to coax the oppo (Oulton & West Warwicks) into finding an extra player and another umpire.

Oulton's pitch is soon to be dug up, possibly moved and relayed so we played the game at Henley in Arden. (Very nice sand based astro, little else to say about it).

Our line up was

                        Brees

                Kentfield       Bentley

        Blomley Sobey           Battcock

         A. N. Other (Nick/Dave) Crampton-Smith

Henman          Bailey          Meadows

The game started slowly, we were camped in their half but couldn't score. They broke out, claimed a penalty corner -

0 - 1 to them.

We set up another seige on their goal,this time it was broken up by - One of their players flattening Nick Bailey, winning the free hit because Nick apparently came in from the wrong side (he was stood still at the time), then the guy stormed off because he thought Henners had got physical.

Scoreline stayed the same for the rest of the first half. What-ever Sobes said at half-time did the trick. We upped our game, scoring three before they pulled one back. This upset our forwards so much, they went ahead and scored two more.

Allowing us to run out victors by 5 goals to 2.

Goalscorers - Bailey (3)and, I think, Meadows and Crampton-Smith (Please correct me if I'm wrong).

After the game, mild confusion reigned. Some of their team thought we'd be going back to their clubhouse for tea (I don't think so - A 20-30 minute journey in the wrong direction). One old boy said food wasarranged at a nearby pub, but as he disappeared before the game started we never found out which pub.

Falcons, however, are nothing if not resourceful. Rogues remembered a pub (The Crabmill) he'd used on occasions when he used to commute to Redditch. So, those of us not "under the thumb" went there. Sadly the didn't 'do food' (apart from dishes of nuts or olives) in the afternoon, but the beer was good.

Sunday saw a good number of the Falcons turn out to watch the 1st 11's first league match, were yours truly finally made an appearence for said squad - Albeit on pitch watering duty, but you've got to start somewhere.

"Nice to see a busy clubhouse on both Saturday & Sunday, long may it continue"

 

 

 

 

Shwak Oflancs.

An Otmoor hotspot.

 

Back in the 50’s and the 60’s Wychwood Forest was very much a dark and dangerous place. No public access was allowed and there were many rumours about mysterious groups coming and going. Government concern was alleviated by the use of their listening post at Leafield – the Leafield poles that used to be a distinct feature on the horizon alongside the spire of Leafield church.

 

However Wychwood was not the only area of government concern. Greenham Common was being used by the government as a distraction. Their attention had really turned to Otmoor.  Otmoor was an area of mystery that was kept under close observation, especially the area from Prattle Woods, the “lowers” (Lower Woods Farm and the two Lower Farms) and East and South of the River Ray. Prior to the establishment of more sophisticated methods, careful, covert observation was maintained from the basket suspended below the air balloon at Weston On The Green aerodrome. The existence of centers of advanced engineering at Grove, Enstone and at Leafield itself with their ability to develop delivery devices that could be used by terrorists further concentrated the interest of the intelligence services.

 

With the gradual opening up of Wychwood to the public government concern was alleviated to the extent that they closed down the Leafield listening post and the poles have now completely disappeared. Interest in Otmoor has been maintained and Beckley has taken over from Leafield as the observation or listening post leading to the demise of the air balloon at Weston.

 

The existence of MOD bases at Bicester, Ambrosden, Brize Norton and the former USAF base at Heyford are no mere coincidence, but just underline the concern of the government in the covert activity within the area.  The fact that the government chief investigator into WMDs (Weapons of Mass Destruction) resided at nearby Kingston Bagpuize is but another indicator of the priority given to the area. Indeed, his presence was promoted by the fear that terrorists had produced a WMD that had been released into Britain through Wychwood : this was codenamed Dogs Bollocks and is one of the most  potent of WMDs.

 

The failure to capture both Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein and the near certainty that they have both fled their respective countries has increased speculation regarding the traffic in “illegals” via the night flights into Kidlington. An increase in the interest in this activity was signaled by the government when they announced the setting up of a centre for illegals at Bicester.

 

The WMD chief inspectors untimely demise has coincided with a very marked increase in communications traffic detected by the Beckley listening post. This traffic has increased rapidly and peaked last week at the time of the suicide bombing in Israel with the finger of suspicion being pointed at Arafat, Syria, Afghanistan, Saddam and a previously undeclared terrorist cell. The bombing resulted in the PMs early departure from the Labour party conference and a number of hotline calls to America. A special meeting of the UK Security advisory body acknowledges the existence of a “cell” going by the name of Shwak Oflanks active in the Otmoor area. They have pinpointed the location of its leader, using the name “The Pope”, in the village of Noke and have identified some key anagrams giving a clue to expected activity: e.g. L Bommers.

 

Unfortunately they have yet to break the code used within the communications and are not, therefore, able to predict where these terrorists may strike next.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can help………it is at 10:00 on Saturday 11th October 2003 at St Edwards School  on the astro pitch where Falcons are due to play Reading.

 

Yes folks, it is all down to PJs use of telephone and other forms of electronic communication over the last few weeks culminating in our nine departing for Oxted last Saturday. Falcons are the active cell formulated by Pieter “J” and captained by the SS (Subterfuge Sobes).

 

And here is the report from Mike ffor our visit to Oxted on 4th October 2003…………..

 

 

We're on, we're off, we're often on, we're struggling.

Monday. Once again PJ is in confident mood with his request for 12 or more for selection for the weekend.

Thursday. BT are worried.  All lines out of Noke have been busy all week. P J has scrapped together 10, with 2 still to reply.

Friday A.M. Suicidal note from PJ - We are now 9 with no goal keeper. Should we cancel?

Giles Roper says he can play, but still no keeper. A call to the oppo - Good news! They can supply a keeper (Steve [clean sheet] – SCS - from Tunbridge Wells) - Therefore!

Friday P.M. A phone call from Robbo - We're off - To Oxted, that is.

Saturday, 10.15 A.M. Cutteslowe, we meet. No Giles Roper though, maybe he's gone direct. Off we go. Further good news - we don't have to go all the way to Oxted, we're playing inside the M25 just outside Caterham. We make good time, which is just as well as their instructions aren't perfect.

Line up

                        SCS]    

                Mike                    Dave

        John            Ian                     Mark

        Tony    Nick            Peter           Rogan

It's a game of two halves (sic). We dominate both.

Steve keeps a CLEAN SHEET and a running commentary for the benefit of his defence. They get more and more frustrated. Always good news for a defender when the oppo's forwards start arguing amongst themselves.

Goals form Sobes (short corner) & Barnes Wallace (aka Rogues) ensure a win. Not as comfortable as it should have been as both Ellio & Sobes were walking wounded by the end.

Back to their clubhouse for a warm down with beer (Larkins Brewery) and mince (had chillies in it but didn't compare to the 'killer' variety al la Jan.

Unfortunately Steve didn't think he was available for a 10am start this coming Saturday, so I guess "the recumbent one" will be back.

Quote of the trip "Never watch your children play sport: it puts too much stress on them" - A. Henman.

Actually there were several other quotes, but they're of the unpublishable sort.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Monday 6th October am

 

The village of Noke quietly wakes wondering if they're going to be out of contact with the rest of the country again. Will they have that “no lines available” electronic voice greeting them?

 

But no! Surprise, surprise the airways are relatively quiet! The Falcons have, by Monday lunch time, raised a full squad for the coming Saturday. Not only a full squad, but surplus players as well. Noke has communication with the outside world. Security Service listeners are puzzled by the lack of activity.

What bought about this turn up? Was it:

  • guilt at having been unavailable,
  • worry about not getting in the squad, after our wins with 10 & 9 players,
  • or the threat by PJ to take the field.

Who knows? Who cares?

Saturday dawned. We're all at 'Teddies ', but only one of the oppo (Reading) is. Turns out that the rest are at out clubhouse watching the ladies - bet they wish they'd stayed there.

Our line up –

The recumbent one, Mighty, Robbo, Hump, Sobes, RAllen, Hitman, Crampy, Pete, Job (jug owing Bailey) & Jar.

PJ is whistling, unfortunately on his own as one of the Reading cars fails to make it at all.  10.

We now have the luxury of trying two new formations. The first is 11 on the pitch, the second Sobes appears to have got from the "Peggy Spencer book of formation dancing". Anyway what ever it was it worked. 5 minutes into the game we're 2 - 0 up and cruisin'.  Sobes decides this is too easy and presents a back pass to their centre forward. With only the recumbent one to beat it looks like he must score. But no - Wilsden launches himself at either the ball, the centre forward or both.  A half stop, but the CF shoots. Meantime Kentfield has lumbered back to the goal line, he saves! To no avail. PJ decided (probably before the event) that the Wilsden challenge was a foul and awards a penalty flick. Score is now 2-1. By half-time we've added a 3rd goal. PJ decides it's better if he continues umpiring.

Second half sees one of their number depart for a lunch appointment. We add another 6 goals with no reply from Reading, much to the enjoyment of Blommers and the 3A's, who should be playing on the other pitch, but their oppo is stuck in the traffic chaos on the motorway. It also sees the disappearance of Henners from the forward line. Having scored 2 he isn't venturing into their half just in case he's forced to add a 3rd and buy a jug. He is even standing back and waving Mighty past him!

Goalscorers are Meadows (4), Henman (2), Curtis, Sobes and Bailey.

Back to the clubhouse, where we start our warm down. The chilli is up to its usual excellant standard, so's the beer - especially 'Rogues' jug. It being such a warm sunny afternoon several of us decide to venture out to watch the 1's followed by the Senators  - Ooops! Not a good move.

 

 

 

 

Saturday 18th October – Henley at home.

 

Training this season is not featuring quite as strongly as in the past.

Some might say that, at our age, we should not push our bodies to the extent that we have in the past.

Some might say that, unless we continue to push our bodies, we might seize up altogether.

Some might say that, unless we push down the “Boddies”, we might go thirsty!

The plain fact of the matter is that the standards of ambiance at TWH have sunk to such a level that training on the Hook Norton is no longer the session of choice.

 

A special effort was made this week to put in that extra session to try and ensure we are at peak fitness for the forthcoming big weekend – the double header of league and cup. The Oxford Beer Festival played host to a number of our keener trainers who, I am sure, will be all the better for the experience. Our cup oppo. have had their spies out and have got to hear of our sustained fitness campaign and have “scratched”, despite it being their home game.

 

However, back to the past and our match against Henley on Saturday. A masterly piece of slot arranging meant that we were taking to the astro at the moment England and South Africa were sucking their oranges and the ‘Boks were sending out an SOS for a kicker. Gavin, the South African landlord of the B & RA, still had a faint glimmer of hope in his eye at this stage whilst we trooped off to discover a full set of  Henley oppo. facing our 12. Thankfully Roger hadn’t yet turned up to umpire so we could all be fully employed with a line up as follows:

 

TRO (The Recumbant One)

Mighty   THO (The Hamstrung One – Ellio)

Blommers     PoTY       RA

DC   Gropes    JAB   PC   JAR

 

With OW on the whistle.

 

For those who think their eyes are failing them…….yes it is Player of The Year (PoTY)….alias The Pope…..alias PJ on the pitch! Yes, on the pitch, actually playing……..so bang goes any chance of winning the title two years on the trot! Seriously though, it is splendid to have him back on the park, even if it was only for 1 half. He has lost none of his ball sense and none of his ability to nudge an opponents stick out of the way as he goes past! It was also good to have the Oxted Missing Man – Gropes – with us, and he reminded us of his goal scoring capability with a class first half strike to enable us to turn around 1 all.

 

It was at this point that PoTY decided not to push his luck any further and retired. Roger Midwinter had got away from his girls and took over the whistle allowing our adjusted line up to be:

 

TRO

Mighty    RA

Blommers   THO   OW

DC  Gropes  JAR  PC  JAR

 

No Sobes, king of the pass back, this week, so no flicks. TRO did manage to get his Virgil impression in tho’ and we were faced with a 4-2 deficit. It was around this point that the training began to kick in and JAR lit up the Guiness after-burners with a couple of rapier like strikes to make it 4 all and off we went to find out what had happened in the rugby.

 

The chilli went down with a fair quantity of beer and the oppo. went away happy with their point.

 

Meantime, in my office, I have been able to solve a problem that has been puzzling a colleague for some while. He has one of these boxes that receives “free to view” television channels through a normal roof top aerial. Up to about four weeks ago he was getting excellent reception at his N Oxford house, since when it has gone “all fuzzy”.  I was able to explain to him how the power of Beckley had had to be redistributed to give priority to OWL– Otmoor Watch & Listening by the security services. He appeared happy with the explanation!

 

 

Saturday 25th October – Haslemere away.

 

The early portents were not good: only 10 so far,but still waiting to hear from………………….

Things did not improve!

We then discovered that our old mucca, Wimbo, lived in Farnborough which was not a million miles away from Haslemere. Trouble was he hadn’t played since his remarkable performance at Weymouth 3 years ago and was, also, barely eligible for our development squad. However, whilst he was e-mailing replies without the slightest hesitation in discussions relating to his attendance at the Falcons dinner and whom he might partner, as soon as a game of hockey was mentioned it all went quiet.

 

Fortunately Ellio was persuaded that Haslemere wasn’t that far away and the beer was cheap and he agreed to for-go his lunch appointment and travel. A 12:30 meeting time had been set which was considered challenging for a 14:00 start, but we were re-assured by the compehensive distructions care of www.Wilsden/AA Multi RAC Street Ma.lo.st.uk. We had yard by yard, mrinute by minute instructions so there was no excuse for being late, just stick to the timetable.

 

We appeared to be assembling in a timely fashion:

Henn was there when JAR arrived.

JAB arrived, announced he was coming away straight after the match and not returning so we despatched him with a map.

PC arrived in his tarts car.

Robbo turned up followed by Blommers followed by the three wheeled one, followed by OW in the mobile advertising apartment.

TRO arrived with multi route.AA and Sobes was going direct.

That was ten, which meant that we were just waiting for Ellio who, surprisingly, was late having been giving some sheep a bit of a seeing to, despite never having met them before.

 

So, faced with a choice of A34 Newbury, Basingstoke and across, we all set off on the A40/M40, M25 bound for the A3.

 

Multistreet.town wasn’t doing too badly up to Headington roundabout and, to be fair, along the M40. However things started to go awry on the M25 where we discovered that the speed limit signs on the gantrys were aspirational rather than advisory. However we remained confident that our yard by yard, minute by minute directions would pay dividends once we got down the A3.

 

The A3 was moving well but the timing was now going wrong. According to the destructions we were now 40 minutes into our journey with only 12.5 remaining. We were also informed that we had 26.7 miles to travel down the A3 but we didn’t wake Ellio up in time to note what mileage we started at so we hadn’t a clue how far we had to go. Luckily we recognised the name “Haslemere” on a roadsign and turned off and now deduced that Multiloss.road told us we had 1250 yards to go in 9.5 minutes and we had to take the second right.

 

Well, we ignored that, couldn’t possibly be down that little track. A couple of miles later we decided to pull into a garage to ask the way at approx 14:10. Just as we did so we spotted TRO headed in the opposite direction. Yep, Muckimap had it right all along. Go back, turn left and head for the Edge which was 39 seconds and 56.75 yards along. Wrong, but right. Right road, wrong length!

 

Sobes was looking rather lonely, oppo looking long suffering. We got changed, apologised for the vagueries of Muckiloss.map.street and the hold ups on the M25 and lined up:

 

RTO

Mighty         Robbo

 

Blommers    Sobes    OW

 

Henn  Ellio  JAB   PC  JAR

 

Well, that was the starting line up.

We finished with

 

RTO

Mighty   Sobes   Robbo

Blommers   Henn  Ellio   Wimbo

JAR   JAB   PC

 

As OW pulled something, Sobes pulled something and Wimbo, having failed to pull was forced to take to the park. Luckily their organisation was no better than our own and we had Sobes, Henn and JAB to slot to better Haslemeres one.

 

A pleasant, but mild chilli washed down by some anonymous ale and we made it back without the assistance of Multicrap.map to the clubhouse via Lewknor to find the dregs of the Senators on the final throes of their warmdown.

 

Next weeks match is at Nuclear Operations Southern Command so e-mail Wilsden for the postcode, type it into Multimap and start now if I were you!

 

 

 

Saturday 1st November – Wichester at home.

 

Most people know that success very much depends upon investment.

DIY success depends upon having the right tools and excellent preparation.

Sporting success depends upon hours of dedication in the gym, on the training field, and hours of practice.

Milton Keynes HC success is all due to their preparation: the warm up routine.

Pumpkin growing success is down to the preparation.

Falcons success? Well……………??!!!

 

To be successful it is best to start your preparations a year in advance, or the previous spring at the latest.

For each plant prepare 3 to 5 yards of soil with a good amount of compost or manure. If manure is strong then do it in the Autumn. About 2 weeks before planting out apply a good granular fertiliser. Sow the seeds indoors in large pots around 24th April when the last of the frosts should be experienced. Plant the seed pointed end down. Transplant into the prepared bed when the first rue leaf appears or when roots begin to grow. Protect young plants from frost and wind with a mini greenhouse. I really cold weather occurs cover with a blanket overnight. Get it “set” as early as possible. Select a female flower (they have a small pumpkin at the base) and then, early in the morning locate a freshly opened male flower. Pick it and remove the outer petals to reveal the stamen. Find a newly opened female and apply the pollen from stamen to the stigma of the female. Reposition your pumpkin when they have set. For optimum growth position pumpkin perpendicular to the vine. To get big ones, cull the little ones. Measure each pumpkins circumference with a tape measure and select the fastest growing. Young pumpkins that are round and tall grow the fastest. Prune your vine when it has reached about 10 feet beyond the fruit.. Apply water-soluble plant food regularly, phosphorus early season, high nitrogen before fruit set. Come August switch to high potassium.

 

Measure weekly: circumference parallel to the ground around widest part, over the top in both directions from ground to ground across the middle from stem to blossom end. Once you have the total inches of the three measurements added together multiply by 1.9 to attain a weight estimate. Do all this and you could win the Bampton v. Cumnor Pumpkin competition, but only if you live within 7 litres (think it was litres) of the B & RA. But not this year you won’t, it’s too late. Pumpkin night is Monday 3rd November. But it is not too late to start your preparations for next year.

 

As for the Falcons, we are well aware that the first step off the pitch at the end of a game is the first step towards the next. That is why we do not waste many steps before getting back into the training in the bar. Saturday found us gradually accumulating at the home of Nuclear Operations Southern Command without any help from Getstreetwalking.cum. Our opponents, Winchester, were evident in force and looking menacing. Last season, at this time of year they had accounted for us 4-0 and there were a lot of familiar faces around. Not so many familiar Falcons faces, but our numbers were gradually increasing as the “2s” gradually departed from the pitch. Pope John was looking concerned and unsure whom to expect. Humph was stuck in traffic between Bristol and Oxford, Sobes had reportedly “jacked”, Henn was watching Tim.

 

Winchester were huddled in the goalmouth having a team talk – very professional. Sobes limped into sight, followed by Henn and, finally, followed by Ellio. Did that make it eleven? Nobody was really sure but the umpires appeared determined to get the game underway. We lined up:

 

TRO

Mighty   Sobes

Henn   Ellio   Blommers

DC  Breezy   JAB  PC   JAR

 

Nobody was really sure what was happening, apart from the fact that we weren’t really firing on any cylinders. However, after 10-15 minutes we started to get used to our line up (Henn at half back!) and play some hockey. We made it to half time 3-1 up, we think. Sobes retired and Humph, who had emerged from traffic, took over at left back. We decided that the first goal of the second half could really make a difference so they got it. This was a slight tactical blunder on their part as we got one or two more. We also witnessed the Hammer Horror of hockey matches (or Henner Horror) – a forward running with the ball and Henn in pursuit and gaining from behind with stick raised! Aaaaaarrggghhhhhh!                            Oppo hit!

 

Nobody was really sure of who had got what or when apart from the general concensus that nobody needed to buy a jug. As soon as this was recognised there were a queue of people claiming to have scored. Both umpires reckoned we had got eight. But when we added up the claims from just about everyone (including TRO claiming 2) we seemed to have scored more:

Ellio 2, DC 2, JAB 2, PC 2, Sobes 1, JAR 1, and, of course, the two scored by Winchester and claimed by TRO.

 

It was good to sample the Killer Chilli and meet our new steward, even if there wasn’t a queue of people buying jugs. It also appeared that our new steward hasn’t had the full job description explained yet as she appeared unaware of the washing and ironing duties.

 

 

 

 

My North Oxford work colleague is still experiencing poor reception from Beckley to his television. OWL are, obviously, still doing their stuff which is why Pope John has been having such trouble with his home e-mail mailbox and has now moved to hotmale.com. This is, presumably, in sympathy with the Anglican Church in America who have also had leanings to Hotmale.gay.communion.com.

 

 

 

Saturday 8th November, 2003

 

The Cumnor Training Squad (CTS) were well aware that there were going to be a couple of testing sessions before our encounter with Epsom on Saturday. First of all there was the climax of the pumpkin growing season (and I trust that you have all got your seeds in for next year!) the Annual Cumnor versus Bampton Pumpkin competition. Things returned to normal this year with Bampton walking away with all of the trophies except one. The exception being the cup for the best Cumnor pumpkin.

 

By the time the results were announced a fairly large gathering of locals were packing the bar of The Bear and Ragged to hear the pumpkin results and, more importantly, to hear the announcement of who was to be the Mayor Of Cumnor for the next twelve months. Key duty of The Mayor is the welfare of the ducks on the pond, and the ducks know this and had beaten a retreat into the undergrowth, or emigrated to Appleton pond. They know what happens when The Mayor is appointed, and so do we. Trouble is no-one warned the incoming Mayor. Neil Gordon was announced as The Mayor and immediately escorted to the pond and “launched”. As he hadn’t been warned he then had to borrow clothes from The Bear’s staff to wear after a shower, don the Mayoral robes and tricorn hat and supervise the charity auction and draw. Sometime in the early hours the mayor and his supporter took their leave and missed the desecration of the pumpkins.

 

A quiet Tuesday ensued, indeed the rest of the week passed without incident until Friday when it was Cotswold House Bonfire party. Bring a firework and a bottle says the invites issued annually and the Wilsdons hospitality was up to normal standards. I think they must be using steroids or something in fireworks these days. In my youth I remember the Volcano: a burst of various colours before a single explosion, and that was that. Not today! The performance of some is quite staggering with explosion following explosion – more Viagra than Volcano, hey ho! As well as a fine barrel of Wychwood Shires in the garage and some excellent wine and food in the kitchen, there was a large number of fireworks to enliven the clear night sky and keep three people bury for about forty minutes ensuring a continuous display. But there’s always one! Some neighbour arrived complaining about the noise and threatening to call the police and contact a local magistrate he claimed to know. He was obviously a new neighbour who was unaware of this regular (?20+ year old) traditional party at Cotswold House. It was unfortunate that his magistrate frien was abroad this year else we could have invited him further into the garden to meet him. As it was he declined a seat on top of the viewing platform specially constructed for the event and went off muttering various threats embellished with adjectives that his accompanying son shouldn’t listen to.  So, as he ddidn’t want to sit there, we lit the platform anyway, and very warm it was. A little later The Mayor and I had to de-camp to The Bear in order to ensure that all the food orders for the Hobos dinner the following night had been received and understood and to compare the Timmy Taylors to the Shires.

 

Saturday morning dawned bright and beautiful. A leisurely walk beside the Thames with the dog before a scrambled egg breakfast, a bit of rugby and then off to St Edwards for our 11 o’clock push back. Things weren’t looking good! Eleven Falcons present and correct, then Elliot arrives and we know we are in trouble: no oppo.! They, meantime had followed all sorts of misguided routes from Epsom and managed to find our NOSC ground where they sat and waited for us (despite having confirmed that they would come direct to St Edwards,  indeed one of them actually got lost and turned around at the school before going to NOSC). Eventually they decided to stir themselves and join us and the game got underway.

 

It was immdediately obvious that we had been put off by this Epsom tactic of keeping us waiting. That is normally our prerogative! They were looking distinctly useful, we weren’t really looking. I think we did eventually take the lead, they then equalised, took the lead themselves, so we equalised and so we decided it was half time. Oh, the line up:

 

TRO

Mighty   Hughbie

Blommers  Ellio   Humph

DC  Henn  JAB  PC   JAR

 

However, at half time, JPAR replaced PC who had “done something” and we scored one or two more from the right, replaced Hughbie with The Pope and moved Ellio to fullback with the Pope taking centre stage; a change around not fully appreciated by Henn! Did for us though, and despite their getting a third we ran out 5-3 winners with four goals from DC on the right and one form JAR on the left. Well played everybody!

 

Jan’s killer chilli was much appreciated by a friendly Epsom bunch and we slowly dribbled away to lick our pulled bits and prepare for Guildford at 15:30, at NOSC, nest week.

 

So, for all those who have complained about me not mentioning the results each week let me tell you the clues are there! You just have to work it out. For those for whom this is too much, well……

We have now won 7, drawn 1, lost 1, scored 41, conceded 18, jugs earned 3, jugs bought 2. Lost to Chippenham, drawn with Henley.

 

 

 

Week ending Saturday 15th November.

 

Last Saturdays match was at the 11th hour, thus providing adequate time for a warm-down followed by forty winks before we were due at the B & RA for the Hobo’s dinner. Who the h… are the Hobos you may ask. Good question. Absolutely no idea, but it was a good dinner.  It was a couple of years ago when I first heard mention of “The Hobos”. Apparently they were some cricket team that TRO (The Recumbant One) Wilsdon played for on a Thursday evening. So, in the summer of 2002 I went along to take a look and sit on the steps of Cumnor Cricket Club with a beer in my hand, facing the setting sun. Looking directly into the sun without the aid of a sun visor, but with the aid of a beer or so made the antics on the pitch appear within my capabilities (somewhat similar to the “Ugly Bus” phenomenum!) and so I volunteered to start playing cricket again in 2003 after over 35 years.

 

The Hobos dinner is a congenial affair. We are presented with an impressive print out of stats for the season that informed me that I had taken marginally more wickets than I had “ducks”, and also gave my “fantasy rating”, whatever that meant. This attention to detail further underlined the selfless care of our captain who continuously puts everyone else before himself in the bowling and batting line ups. Mug Of The Season was awarded meaning we could retire to the bar and contemplate what was and what might have been. Happily the food was of good quality, even if the service allowed plenty of glass filling time between courses, but we don’t mind that, do we!

 

Wednesday found the keen “trainers” out in force at Iffley Road warming up for Saturday. A couple of circuits of the ground interspersed with a visit to The Tree and the marquee (4 pints of Guinness for Ł6!) before jogging off in the direction of the B & RA for a well earned warm down after a 50 to something low win (it was the Major Stanleys match!).  A quiet but solid session Friday night on the Guinness preceeded a very pleasant stroll by the river after the rugby Saturday before our 15:30 start at NOSC. Guildford were the oppo. and were their in force long before and Falcons could be found. Our line up was very much in doubt because PJ could not remember what he had organised. Would it be “Plan A” to start, followed by “Plan B” for the second half, or would we start with Plan B. Eventually Plan A was elected first up, but then he couldn’t remember what it was. As Guildford were waiting patiently we lined up:

 

TRO

Mighty   Hughbie

Blommers  PJ   Breezie

Henn  Gropes  JAB  JPAR  JAR

 

From the very outset it was clear that this was to be a “jug free Saturday”, with JAR setting a clear example to all. Guildford were looking menacing on the break but hadn’t the same killer instinct in the circle. We had a purple patch and turned around 5-1 up. This brought Plan B into effect giving us a line up:

 

TRO

Mighty   Hughbie

Henn  JPAR  Blommers

DC  Gropes  JAB  Breezie  JAR

 

This change of line up truly confused Guildford who failed to score in the second half. It also confused us and, thanks mainly to JAR who was having an ASS ( Air Shot Saturday), we only scored one more. So, 6-1 to us, with Gropes and JPAR getting two each and one apiece for Breezie and ASS JAR. As usual the KC (Killer Chilli) was a hit and Guildford were harder to shake off in the bar than on the park. I don’t know when they left as I was under orders to depart for the village revolvting supper.

 

 

The following comes from Guildfords website reporting on their match against us last week.

I particularly like the way they spotted that most of the attacking came down the left!

 

15 November
Gondoliers vs. Oxford Hawks Falcons Lost: 6-1 (Belshaw)

After one or two sharp halves at The Ship in Ripley, we travelled north to Oxford, arriving far too early due to a miscalculation by the skipper. Our game began well, at least for the first ten minutes, although Oxford were clearly the younger, more skilful side. Then we had trouble. The Falcons attacked again and again, mostly down their left and centre, passing the ball quickly and moving well off the ball to leave us exposed at the back. Toddy did his best, as did the defence of Hadley, Barnes and Gordon, but the Falcons scored four in ten minutes. We switched from our midfield four to a more defensive four at the back, but shortly before half time they scored again - a scoreline of 5-0, although we might have deserved better.

With inspired half time chat from nearly everyone, we started the second half as if the scoreline was 0-0 with everything to play for. The Falcons substituted PJ “The Pope” Wilson, their ex-Welsh international centre half, and the mid-field tousle became more evenly matched. After a number of chances including several shorts, we scored at last after a more down the right, with Belshaw scoring from a rebound from the keeper’s pads. Six goals in five matches - he’s never had it so good! However, minutes later the Falcons scored their sixth from a well struck ball from the top of the D, although we should have stolen this before the shot. At least we drew the second half.

 

 

Week commencing 15th November

 

Cumnor Village Revolving supper is a masterpiece of logistical organisation. It is, inevitably, a fund raiser and this year the Village Hall and School were the beneficiaries. People volunteer to host either a starter or main course, or provide a sweet. We plumped for main this year. This means that we host six people for a main course, with those people arriving at 20:00. We are not told who they are. Meantime we are provided with an envelope to open sometime on the day that tells us where to go for our starter at 19:00.

 

The DOHA (Director Of Home Affairs) appeared a bit “jumpy” when I got back from the Club House at 18:53 but I assured her that there was plenty of time to open the wine then depart. We “startered” with five other people we hadn’t met before enjoying a fishy something and some nice chilled white wine before envelopes were opened to inform those present where they were to go next: everyone going to a different address. Of course we knew and hot footed it home to get the wine poured and the veg. On before the door bell rang. I am not sure how many people do not do stew on occasions such as this. We did washed down by plenty of wine as this would be the last alcohol of the day. Our visitors were all known to us and all too soon we opened the envelope to be told (surprise, surprise!) that we were all to congregate at the Village Hall for pud. There were about 80 to 90 served there and a raffle concluded the evening. As I said, quite an organisation.

 

Sunday morning saw a leisurely coffee and toast before being collected and whisked to the Cricket Club in the Popemobile to watch the rugby semi. An excellent atmosphere and a few Guinness celebrated our win before it was down to the river with the dog for a pleasant stroll in the fresh air. Then it was brownie point earning time and we were off viewing fridge freezers at Currys, Argos and Comet before returning home for a hard afternoon of football and rugby on the box – phew. This preceded a quietish week with just the one midweek training session involving a brief encounter with TWH and culminating in the B & RA. Just as well, really, as we discovered on this visit that the Fancy Dress (anything beginning with Black theme) for Friday had been abandoned. Shame – I was looking forward to upsetting South African landlord, Gavin, with my SA rugby shirt with black armband. Hey-ho, we just had a steady Friday quietly supping, returning home the same day we had arrived.

 

Saturday morning provided a rude awakening. I had failed to spot the black smoke over Noke signalling the death of The Pope  - well, not actually death, but severe subframe failure in the back department. Could we contact Wimbo and trundle him out: doubtful as we only had an e-mail contact. So, off to the Cricket Club somewhat despondent as it seemed only ten of us were destined for Woking that afternoon. Never mind, stuff the Aussies and who cared. Stuff the Aussies! No trouble, just come from behind and let them think they are in with a chance, stretch it out to give them their monies worth as hosts and then let Johnnie pop it between the posts.

 

Talking of coming from behind, I spotted the following in the Ladies 3s match report last week:

 

“Right guys let's go round the back...Bang, bang, bang, it won't go in.  Frustrated isn't close to how we're all feeling. “

And so to Woking on a wet Saturday afternoon. Wet and miserable, and so were we. Those that went shopping in Wokingham wished they had stayed there. Those that didn’t wished they had. 6-1 down with 9.5 players, not good.

 

For the record, we lined up

TRO

Mighty   Hughbie

Henn  Sobes  Blommers

Gropes  JAB  PC  JAR

And Gropes got our goal.

 

A residue of victorious Senators were at the Club on our return and helped us with the warm down before we made a damp treck home. Need to do better next week when we host Wokingham (who have beaten Woking!) and then make the trip to Olton for the Vintage Cup on Sunday. Lets hope we can be more successful than our own unfortunate 1st team. They faced Doncaster from National Div. One at NOSC in the Cup on Sunday and were unfortunate to go down by 2 goals to nil. When luck is not with you everything seems to go wrong, and their future was not improved by a very nasty injury to “Nellie” in the second half when a hard, lofted free hit into the Hawks circle caught him on the hand around the stick resulting in him going off to hospital with the top of his finger in ice, but separate from the rest of him. We wish him well.

 

 

 

Match Report for week ending 30th November.

 

Preparations commenced with a specially convened light training session on Monday. This started in The Elm Tree, Iffley Road, continued in the OURFC Club House, re-convened in the B & RA to discover a distinct lack of “the black stuff” so transferred to CCC. In between “circuits” OURFC had the better of Bath on a very cold evening. The lack of “black stuff” necessitated a re-visit Thursday to ensure that supplies had been re-plenished and it would be safe to undertake the serious weekly training there on Friday. The fall back plan was CCC ( Cumnor Cricket Club) where a hypnotist was to feature on Friday.

 

In the event there was a very poor turn out at the B & RA Friday but a reasonable amount of black stuff was consumed. Heavy training consumption had been deemed safe as our match on Saturday was at home and not starting until 15:30 and we were featuring a “squad” of players cunningly selected as “Team A” for the first half and “Team B” for the second. Our opposition posed a considerable threat as they had beaten Woking this season, and it was Woking who did for us 6-1 last week.

 

Thankfully, by 15:30 the rain had stopped, the sun had almost set and the lights were almost on. Wokingham were all present and correct, we had eleven present. Problem was: were the eleven present “Team A” or “Team B” or a composite? Our revered organisor was not that organised having left the team sheet at home. We did know who was missing – Ellio. So, we lined up with Team A/B, this being:

 

TRO

Mighty   Hughbie

Blommers  Sobes  Billers

Henn  Gropes  DC    Breezie  Humph

 

Second half we went for Team B/A:

 

TRO

Humph  Hughbie

Blommers   Ellio   Biller

DC   Gropes  JAB  Sobes  JAR

 

Our scorers were DC 2, Ellio and Sobes ( I think). They scored 2, so we won 4-2.

 

Steady warm down as there was to be a very early start Sunday for our Vintage Cup match at Olton & West Warwick.

 

Vintage Cup Match against Olton & West Warwick and the wheels had come off! We were 3-0 nil down and struggling. Nothing was getting to our strikers in the circle and our Captain Sobes made “the big decision”! Off came Henn to be replaced by JAR, and the centres rocketed across from the right. JAB was twizzeling  around in the circle like a dervish and, in doing so, managed a deflection into goal. From another masterly centre JPAR dummied left, went right and slipped in under the keeper. From yet another Twizzle lobbed the keeper and, finally, a pin point through ball from Sobes found JAR on the right edge of the circle and it was duly buried. 4-3 to Falcons.

 

Then I woke up. 10:30 Sunday morning at Weston On The Green Village Hall saw us competing for parking space with those destined for morning prayers. We certainly had time to partake and, perhaps, should have done so as spiritual assistance proved necessary. As predicted, we arrived in good time and, thus, wandered off to Safeways over the road for breakfast. Introductions performed, we managed to find somewhere to change at Solihull School and wandered off to the pitch. There where not many familiar faces from our earlier encounter with Olton, and same could have been said for us. At least, for the first time this season, we had more than 10 for an away match. In fact we had 13!

Unlucky for some 13………….!

 

We lined up:

 

TRO

Mighty   RA

PJ  Sobes  Clarkie

Henn  The Doc  JAB  JPAR  PC

With DC and JAR on the bench.

 

For those unfamiliar with Falcons terminology, these are:

 

TRO – The Recumbent One – Richard Wilsdon

Mighty – Mike Kentfield

RA – Richard Allen

PJ – The Pope – Peter Wilson

Sobes – Ian Sobey

Clarkie – Richard Clarke

Henn – Tony Henman

The Doc – Dr Ian Thomson

JAB – Jug Avoidance Bailey – Nick Bailey

JPAR – Julian Patrick Arthur (Paddy) Roche

PC – Peter Curtis

DC – David Cole

JAR – Jug Avoidance Rogues – Rogan Meadows

 

30 seconds in and JAR was off the bench, PC was moved inside and JPAR was hobbling around the touch line.

I feel a dream coming on!

Alas, no.

Somewhere during the next ten to fifteen minutes they scored, JPAR came back on, they scored, JPAR went back off, JAR back on, they scored. Yes, 3-0 down after 15, 4-0 by half time!

 

We re-aligned for the second half:

TRO

Mighty  RA

Henn  PJ  Clarkie

DC  Doc  JAB  Sobes  JAR

With both JPAR and PC off hobbling.

 

Whilst they continued to create opportunities, they wasted all but one of them.

We created opportunities and managed to convert two of them.

So 2-1 to us in second half.

 

They made us welcome in their club and served up an excellent repaste, but we were beaten by a younger and better side and came away with two certain injuries and a couple of possibles. Not looking good for next Saturday.

 

 

 

Match Report – Saturday 6th December – Polytechnic Away.

 

It was last Sundays match against Olton in the cup that the wheels fell off with a vengeance. Falcons were left flapping ineffectively. The question was: would there be sufficient life left for the nexr game? With the injury list lengthening with every game would we get eleven out onto the park next Saturday. If we did it would be for the first time this season that we had managed to take eleven to a Saturday away game.

 

And so the appeals went out for players…..and the call was answered. By Thursday PJ was predicting a veritable plethora of talent at his disposal. A big sigh of relief all round and off to the training ground to celebrate. A short, sharp session on the black stuff, purely in the call of duty. Had to get our dinner orders in and the money paid and had to check up on the finer details of the Mayors Lunch the following day.  Work forced myself and TRO to forego the ten pin bowling and associated morning activities and we joined the assemblage at the B & RA around 14:30 for some limbering up befire sitting down to the meal at 15:30. Quail, steak, pud, cheese and biscuits copiously washed down meant we returned to the bar in time to join the early evening drinkers, be joined by the mid evening drinkers and, ultimately, enjoy the disco with the late night drinkers.

 

Fortunately we were not meeting until 12:30 Saturday which gave sufficient time to take on board some strong coffee before walking the dog at Bablock Hythe, ploughing through a large bowl of Alpen and off to hockey. Headache, what headache? We reserve that pleasure for PJ who is so overcome by the call to arms and the prediction that there will be thirteen of us at Polytechnic that he cannot remember quite who we are expecting to turn up at Cutteslowe. In the end he gives up altogether and roars away in Henners vintage number leaving the rest of us to make it up as we go. Arrangements aren’t helped by the fact that TRO has forgotten the directions, but we think we can remember them. No sign of Gropes or  Huggie Bear, making a welcome return mainly due to the “U’s” being gameless. Eventually Gropes turns up 25 minutes late with two daughters on board. He is instructed to get rid of them and catch us up. Huggie has been seen loitering and may have been picked up by a curb crawler, but we aren’t sure.

 

Eventually we depart – A40, M40, M25, M4 to Junction 3, but did this register with Gropes? Despite dawdling along at 80 we reach J3 with no sign of him. We sit and wait in the layby and he flashes past in the outside lane. TRO sets of in hot pursuit on foot and catches him up at the traffic lights and we all make it to the ground, even Huggie.

 

This all brings further problems for PJ as he has now to worry about the line up. We are again going for a game of two halves with Plan A in the first half and Plan B in the second. Plan A involves:

 

TRO

Blommers   Sobes

Ellio   PJ   RA

Henn  Gropes  Huggie  OW  DC

With Mighty on the whistle

Plan B features:

 

TRO

Blommers   Mighty

Ellio   PJ   RA

Henn  Gropes  Huggie  Sobes  DC

With OW whistleing.

 

The Poly packed their defence and had one particularly useful forward. They led, we equalised, had two goals disallowed and went for Plan B.

They scored two quick ones, we looked as though that could be it but worked our way back into it and made our superior training regime tell. The fitter side won with two each from Huggie and Sobes.

 

They were magnanimous in defeat and congratulated us on our superior fitness over a few excellent pints of Fullers. And then it was off to Lewknor and the Leathern Bottle which, of course, was closed so it was back to Tetsworth and that portrait. Different bar maid this time and it definitely wasn’t her.

 

But now our troubles start again. We are away to Chippenham for a 15:30 start next week and numbers are down again. Can PJ produce more rabbits from the hat? Watch this space.

 

 


Report for week ending 13th Dec.  Chippenham away.

 

 

Well, we thought we had eleven for an away match on a Saturday for the first time this season…..wrong! HTY (Humph The Younger) pulled out Saturday morning and there we were, back to ten again. The main body of players got the arrangements right, and turned up at the B & RA, this weeks designated meeting place. Several re-counts by PJ, a couple of role calls, and finally he was happy that everyone was accounted for, and off we jolly well went. JAR made a valiant attempt at collecting another player en-route but it turned out that, despite an encouraging nudge at the Chippenham roundabout, he wasn’t inclined to join us.

 

It was dull, damp and dreary. Chippenham were looking youthful, and so it proved. Our average age of 50 – 60 did not have the legs to match their 40 – 50 average. We managed to get eleven onto the pitch, thanks to a loan from Chippenham and to a member of the England LX party who had not managed to find his way home from their gathering at Tilsley Park last Sunday. Thus, we lined up:

 

TRO

 

Mighty   LX

Blommers   PJ   Loan

PC  Sobes  Twizzle  Humph  JAR

 

We scored first (JAR) and last (Sobes). They scored three in between. They were their usual excellent company in the bar afterwards and, when we left, we bade farewell not just to them, but to their clubhouse. We look forward to our next visit when they will have moved across the cricket pitch into their splendid new premises.

 

Meantime, for us it was back down the M4/A420 and into the B & RA for a quick bit of limbering up in preparation for our team dinner there. We eventually lined up:

 

Blommers, Robson, Wilson, Wilsden, Meadows, Crampton Smith, Cole, Kentfield.

 

Once again, as the away side, we were short but made up for it by indulging fully. Food proved excellent VFM and, once the IPA had run out we were forced onto the Rocking Rudolf – rock on! All too soon they were calling time on us and we had to disperse for some kip before cheering on the U18’s at NOSC in their 6-3 cup win over Southampton Sunday morning.  Meantime The Pope is preparing for his Christmas Day address, preceeded by a key encounter with the 3A’s this coming Saturday. The phones will be ringing again and, particularly for this key encounter with pride at stake, ringers are very welcome!

 

 

 

FALCONS 4 – 3A’s 2: Saturday 20th December

 

League and all proper fixtures over it was time to concentrate on that period of serious alcohol abuse that is Christmas. The Falcons Team Dinner at the B & RA provided an excellent kick off (or is it push back) but then took a rapid nose dive on Monday. We had been invited to one of those annual drinks do’s that people host at this time of year. I thought I had persuaded the DoHA (Director of Home Affairs) that we were not going to attend this year, but apparently not! Thus it was that I was ushered out of the house at 19:30 Monday with instructions to “mingle” and “be chatty”. We were welcomed with a difficult choice: sparkling mineral water, apple juice or ginger beer!

Pardon!?!

Did I hear that right?

“Now, Rogan, what would you like?”

I think I just managed to get the word beer out, and so ginger it was.

 

It was one of those cleverly conceived affairs where you enter through the front door, go straight down the hall to the kitchen, pick up your drinks, and take a chicane into the conservatory. From there one circles on, out of the other conservatory door and into the dining area edging forward into the lounge area, before taking a right into the hall and a left out of the front door. Trouble is people obstructions meant that it was 21:00 before we exited the front door and put on some heavy revs (if this is the right expression for walking fast) and generated some wheel spin down  the drive and sharp left and left again into the B & RA car park where we had thoughtfully left the car so that we would not obstruct the road or pavement on a bend! As we entered the Bear we detected a fast approaching presence behind us and in whizzed Liz and John Harrop who had also just made it under the fence having failed with the Trojan Horse approach of drinkies escape.

 

A couple of Rocking Rudolfs later and we were feeling more mellow and, by the third, JH was waxing lyrical about how his class of sixty something had all passed History, and he reckoned that included me!

N.B. Nick Harris – yes JH reckoned I passed History! That meant he also reckoned I attended his classes! Is that how you remember it Nick? It certainly isn’t how I remember it. True, I was in his class for history, but as for being there/attending. Let alone passing!

 

Ah, well, Rocking Rudolf is a very acceptable pint and is 5% on the Richter scale, so perhaps we can  excuse JH.

 

So what has all this got to do with our victory over the 3As you may ask. Good question. Fact is that our line up for this much vaunted (by the 3As) encounter was:

 

NPN (Near Post Nightmare – read on)

Mighty   Sobes

Blommers  PJ  RA

Henn TR (The Ringer)  JAB  OW  ROROR (Roll On, Roll Off Rogues)

 

And The Ringer was JH’s son, Ian Harrop, recruited as a result of our Monday night session.

Now the 3A’s had been very confident. On arrival I was greeted with the words

“Ready for your defeat then?”.

We older and wiser heads were more sanguine about things and ambled out to admire some synchronised warm ups going on in the mould of Milton Keynes (and a fat lot of good it usually does them!).

Eventually we persuaded them to stop warming up and managed to get the game underway. Their reluctance to start immediately became obvious as Falcons took an early lead from an incisive though ball to ROROR who took the ball into the circle and drilled it past FTC (Felix the Cat) who didn’t move. The crack of the back board said it all. Fifteen minutes later and it was 3-0 with contributions from Sobes and OW and the volume from the 3A’s was increasing!

 

We had to do something to quieten things down for the sake of the neighbours. And so TRO elected to become NPN by somehow allowing a shot from the goal line but well wide of the goal to enter the net unhindered. Well, at least it quietened them down. It was at this point that the Falcons remembered the time of year: the festive season, the season of good will to men, the season  when one gives presents and so we gave them not one, but two. A Sobes own goal was followed by a cracker from DC – yes, that is David Cole, a Falcon.

 

So, in fairness, we are not claiming the Sobes own goal but feel it utterly reasonable to claim all those scored by Falcons. Thus 4-2 to us with our goals coming from Sobes, ROROR, DC and OW.

 

N.B. John Harrop: OW is not an Old Waynflete, but is Mark Crampton Smith who has the initials MCS (Magdalen College School) whose old boys are Old Waynfletes (Ows). So all is now clear and back to the Rocking Rudolf.

 

 

 

Addendum to the report of the Falcons Fabulous Festive Triumph.

 

As I walked the dog this morning I pondered over what I had just wrote and realised that I had failed to mention what was probably the goal of the game. Not only that, I had also failed to mention the partner to Rogues RORO role – JPAR. Now, back to the goal of the game.

 

Trouble was, if that was the goal of the game, and scored by a 3A, what was really the score? From the front line things can sometimes become a little unclear in the Falcons defending department. In retrospect I suspect that the “Sobes own goal” was simply a deflection that resulted in a goal being scored. However there is no doubt about the first and lest goals of the game being “crackers”! I won’t overplay the first goal, but the last was a cool, clinical conversion by a young lad who has abviously been taking lessons from his Godfather. Nice one Tobes!

 

Thus, Falcons goals from ROROR, OW, Sobes, DC against two scored by native 3A’s, including the goal of the game.

 

All that remains is to wish you all a very happy Christmas and New Year.

Keep up the training and we will see you in 2004.

 

 

 

Saturday 10th January – Wimbledon Nightmares at home.

 

Festivities over and it is back to the business of Vets League. Top dogs (or “birds”) are there to be shot at, and Wimbledon are reputed to have quite an arsenal. Our preparations have been fastidious over the festive season. Regular training at the B & RA interspersed with visits to TWH, CCC and The Flowing Well have ensured that the limbs are kept oiled. Outings against the U18’s and U16’s have ensured that match fitness isn’t ignored either. A final session at B & RA Friday night followed by a brisk dog walk Saturday morning ensured that we were in best possible health for our 14:00 start.

 

Selection was a problem. The selection problem was publicised and promoted a paucity of solutions but a profligation of possible permutations in potential line ups of the future if one used the PJ Points system, or was it the Horace Bachelor Infradraw method. Nightmare scenarios that involved Henn at centre half, Mighty at centre forward and JAB at full back, not to mention whom might be wearing the box! However we resolved to resolve it during the warm down after the main event.

 

In the event we had a squad of 13 and, despite all advise to the contrary, had PJ umpiring. Thus we started with:

 

NPN (Near Post Nightmare)

Mighty   Humph (in his Wimbledon socks!)

Ellio  Sobes  OW

Henn  Gropes   JAB  JPAR   PC

 

With ROROR and DC on the bench.

 

All our preparations paid off and we raced into a two goal lead with contributions from OW and JAB. However, we then ran out of steam and they came back into the game to make it 2 – 2 at half time, including an NPN!

 

Second half saw a second line up with DC replacing Henn and ROROR replacing PC and JPAR and Gropes swapping sides. This made all the difference, and Wimbledon took the lead. In fact the second half was almost a mirror image of the first with Wimbledon having the better of it to start with and Falcons superior fitness giving them the ascendancy towards the end with JAB grabbing the equaliser from a shortie.

 

Back in the bar and the Ruddles was going down nicely along with the Killer Chilli – an extra bite for the new year. Discussion regarding “selection policy” veered from the points for playing meaning you play, to the need for a balanced side. It was generally agreed that any reports from the Kualar Lumpa Times, Telegraph, Star and News Of The World could safely be discounted as they had all failed a doping test and, anyway, it was a game of three halves! Meantime the list of names available for Amersham away numbered nine, so there is obviously still work to be done. It would be really nice to have a real selection problem that meant we were oversubscribed for away games as well as home matches. We live in hope and trepidation.

 

 

 

 

Week Ending Sunday 18th January 2004.

 

Life seems to be taking a somewhat different shape this season. No attempt is made to feature on a hockey pitch in Adastral colours on a Sunday afternoon, simply to occasionally stand on the side and support.  Following this, sporting involvement can extend to taking in the rugby and/or soccer on Sky. What it is to be an all rounder! However even these simple pleasures are having to be “bought” this season in the form of taking the DoHA out for lunch. Not only that, but lunch is starting to be expected as a Sunday outing despite DoHA having moved into retirement and, therefore, having all week to plan and prepare that Sunday roast!

 

Thus it was that last Sunday (11th) I was despatched to the river in appalling conditions to walk the dog. Then, after a change of clothing, it was off to the Maybush alongside the river on the opposite bank of the Thames to the Rose Revived, to try their Sunday lunch. From their new dining area we could look out at the variety of bedragelled walkers hiking to and fro along the riverside, glad that we were in the dry. Such an outing, followed by all the sport on TV, would normally be followed by a warm down in TWH. However, these days TWH is so desolate that it is not worth the trip, and even if it were you could not guarantee finding it open or having the liquor of your choice available. However there is a glimmer of light in TWH darkness in that it is rumoured that the lease has been sold and a new management is due to take control shortly. This can only be an improvement – watch this space.

 

So, it took me until Thursday to recover from the surfeit of TV sport and venture out. In doing so I discovered that Robin, one of the B & RA’s efficient bar staff, was due to celebrate her 20th birthday the following evening. Further enquiries elicited the fact that she liked flowers, chocolate and needed a (good!?!) man. Well, we had to rise to the challenge so, as we departed that evening, we liberated the vase of flowers in the foyer. At vast expense a large bar of Toblerone was purchased and suitably re-packaged with a slip stating “batteries not included”. The liberated flowers were also re-packaged and all were presented at the end of a steady session in the B & RA Friday evening. And very well received they were.

 

Meantime we had been mentally preparing for our trip on Saturday to Amersham & whoever (Chalfont). A 16:30 start meant that there was plenty of Saturday available before we had to depart. This was just as well as all the build up confidence that we had a full side for an away game for the first time this season dissolved Friday night with Breezy crying off. Whilst this drama was unfolding I was completely unaware and hoovering back the IPA Friday before taking the dog for a leisurely and splendid stroll by the Treacle Mines Saturday morning. Only when I got to Cutteslowe did I learn about weezy Breezy. However, Wimbo saved the day. Our man from Farnborough turned up trumps and knocked the cobwebs off his stick for the second time this season. He probably travelled further than the rest of us for the match. Given the late start PJ had already notified Amersham that we would not be trekking back to their club after the game, but heading straight for home, albeit not non stop!

 

However, lets start before we return! Ellio arrived what was, for him, a fortnight early and five cars at Cutteslowe were filtered into two for the journey. Vague rumours were afoot that the M25 was closed around Watford area, but we didn’t know in which direction. We set off in the 2004 edition of the Popemobile and JABs latest Beemer – very smooth!  JABeemer took the cross country route and, by spotting lights in the sky, eventually homed in and found the rear entrance to the astro. The Popemobile had already celebrated mass and was preparing for matins. Those travelling direct duly appeared and, whilst watching a fairly rugged encounter between Amersham 5ths and Wallingford, our line up was finalised:

 

 

NPN

Mighty   Wimbo

Ellio  PJ  Blomm

PC  Gropes  JAB  Sobes  ROROR

 

We took the lead and they equalised following a controversial non award for a hit for feet. PJ had his dander up. Having warned us to expect some fairly uncompromising treatment from the oppo it looked like we were giving as good as we got. Gropes got a second, again from a ROROR set up, but they again equalised. Half time talk contained all the usual stuff about working for each other, passing it around and not giving it away. However PJ got in the key sentence “If we win I am buying the beer.”

 

Sobes scored his usual short corner effort, they got another. One of theirs was rumoured to be a mighty deflection wrong footing our keeper. However everything was eclipsed by Sobes goal of the season – wondrous! So we departed 4-3 to the good and also mindful of the fact that Gropes had been  none too subtle in his effort at jug avoidence from another ROROR tee up. He allowed the ball to trickle past him in front of an open goal and decided to try and make it look difficult by rolling over long after the ball had gone.

 

Those returning to Oxford duly piled into our new found stop of choice – The Sparrows at Tetsworth – to ensure we got our reward from PJ. We did and Gropes also got them in, and Mighty must have felt guilty about the deflection. Then we went home and then it was Sunday again. At least it was a lovely morning, but my attempt to watch the U 18’s after dog walking was thwarted. I was accompanied to BRN to watch the U16’s being outmuscled by a useful Chichester. A consolation goal from Tobes whilst Dominic was celebrating the U18’s marvellous 4-0 victory over St Albans by getting his fathers car re-modelled. It did nothing for his mothers hang-over! Meantime it was off to buy lunch for DoHA before nodding off in front of the TV. And that’s another weekend gone.

 

 

 

 

 

Week Ending Sunday 25th January 2004.

 

Very focussed build up to the main event this week. Solitary training session reserved fro Friday night at the B & RA where they were celebrating Burns Night. The diners were still seated and eating when we (the training squad) arrived and “the music” was limbering up. “The music” took the form of one electric guitar, one fiddle and one full drum kit: very Scottish. Not only that but they were in semi detached mode in that the guitarist and fiddler were just around the corner from the drum kit. Our helpful suggestion that the drum kit would be better placed just outside the window where, at least, the drummer could see what was going on was not met with enthusiasm.

 

However the IPA was descending nicely, Gerry in her kilt was looking good and Robyn was looking leeringly good! Eventually the dancing got going and a few reels were performed in various directions and the evening gradually drained to a near standstill. So we went home. Later that morning, with the sun up it was glorious at Bablock Hythe walking the dog before the fish and chips, a spot of football and then off to NOSC to discover who was in our line up to face Havant – a new opposition for us.

 

As usual the oppo were much in evidence before we were anything like a team. PJ had discovered another muscle to pull and was sporting the whistle once again, leaving us with a line up of eleven from twelve. We started with:

 

NPN

Mighty   Sobes

Blommers   Ellio   OW

PC   Gropes  JAG   JPAR   ROROR

With RA on the bench.

 

They roared into a two goal lead and we were struggling to find any sort of rhythm. ROROR decided it was time to Roll Off and RA came on at the back realeasing Sobes into the front line. Half time and still 2-0 down and some hard talking and re-arranging of the forwards putting JPAR on right wing and PC on the left with Sobes at left inner.

 

Now we were motoring. Play down the right was a dream and they were barely getting out of their half. Have we found the ideal combination now and JPAR was passing left! Well he had to really given he was right wing, but it proved he can! (Are you reading this, Henn?) Trouble was we were not scoring. All the possession, 350 short corners and no goal!. All the territorial advantage, 15 minutes to go and still 2-0  down.

 

Then we cracked them, then we did it again. They were rocking. 5 minutes to go and two all. Then we got a third. Then they won their first short corner of the match. Before they could take it PJ blew for full time to ensure that they couldn’t win, but they could equalise.

 

Their hit out was hard and true.

Their stop was good.

 A little push forward into the D.

A cracking shot flew low to our keepers right.

 

No problem, good wide angle which N(ear) P(ost) N(ightmare) should be able to deal with.

NPN spreads himself across the astro.

No sound of ball against pads.

There is the sound of a loud crack as ball connects with wood………………………..and rebounds off post to be cleared by RA!

 

We’ve won, we’ve got out of gaol!

The great escape?

No never in doubt, and well left by NPN at the corner!

 

Give them some beer, heat them up with Killer Chilli and wish them farewell.

It’s getting hotter at the top!

 

Then it was Burns Night part two…but I will save that for another day.

 

 

 

 

Week ending Saturday 31st January 2004.

 

Havants departure last Saturday was extremely timely in that it allowed me to arrive home in good time. Last year I was much maligned for being late: late to get home, late to pick up DoHA, late to arrive at Cumnor Village Hall. This resulted in our getting the very last seats at the Burns Night supper therein. Not so this year! DoHA had been down earlier and reserved seats and I was home in good time. Brownie points all round. We were joined at the supper by the whole of the ATS (Adastral Training Squad) who normally meet on the 1st Sunday of each month. This ATS full squad turn out was augmented by the annual appearance of  B & D (Blommers & Dee) promoted by the fact that the event is organised by Sue & Colin Shields and features Steve Christie addressing the haggis. An extremely pleasant evening that suffers from the lack of a bar for those of us liking our beer.

 

However forward planning again played it’s part and a good supply of cans was carted in. And then, between the haggis and the puddings, the earning of brownie points paid dividends. “The men” were allowed 20 minutes and we scooted off round to the B & RA for a quick couple of Tanners. Well ,one and a half and we took the unfinished half back with us just in time to get our selection from the pudding counter.

 

Now I, personally, like internal organs and, whilst haggis does tend to be a bit dry without any gravy (hence the need for beer), it is very tasty. Not unlike our much revered after match killer chilli it does have it’s after effects. And this week, the week of the Hutton Report, is the week for after effects and made me realise that word has got around the Wessex Alliance (our hockey league) regarding the Falcons. The evidence is clear from the appearance of our opposition. Unlike ourselves in our rag bag selection of tops, bottoms, shirts, socks, our opposition these days are all kitted out immaculately. Smart matching shirts, lightweight materials, matching track suits are very much in evidence.

 

Yes folks, word has got around about Falcons training regime and the fare presented to our visitors:

IPA

Hook Norton

Tanners Jack

Ruddles

Killer Chilli

Word is the Falcons have WMD: Weapons of Mass Destruction. Look at the list above and it is easy to see how this comes about. Remember WMD are accepted to be Chemical and Biological weapons and look at that list, mix it together, and what a lethal outcome you have.

 

Now, what makes me realise we’ve been rumbled? It is the attire of our opposition - it is their protection.

The 1998 Army Science and Technology Master Plan details the defense against chemical and biological weapons and states, for clothing:

 

“…selectively permeable membranes laminated to lightweight shell fabrics provide low thermal insulation and high vapour transmission.”

 

 So, our oppo have got wise and are taking protection seriously. However, what can we do to help  the unwary? What are the key elements to de-contamination? Again I quote the 1998 Master Plan:

 

“…decontamination materials with high catalytic properties, long shelf life, and an ability to function under a broad range of temperatures..”.

 

In other words: keep a good supply of bog paper available in the clubhouse and make sure it doesn’t suffer from the damp.

 

I am sure that we have not heard the last of this. There are likely to be calls for an inquest into whether Falcons really do possess these weapons and the source of the information. There could also be discussions regarding the actual threat posed by them, whether they are simply battlefield weapons or whether we posses missiles capable of threatening others outside of NOSC. There are already claims that the reports on Falcons activity have been “sexed up” and do not represent a true reflection of the intelligence available. Others claim that all the intelligence is single sourced and is certainly not to be found on the right. This could run and run.

 

On the other hand, with a bit of luck, it might all get forgotten when, next week, we have a game of hockey to report upon.

Who knows.

Who cares!

 

If you wish to see more regarding our strike force – take a peek at the Falcons web page.

 


Week Ending 8th February

 

 

One refusal, one recovery, one headache, a second recovery, a loss and a win. That was the week that was.

 

The refusal: an attempt to go to TWH for a pint on Wednesday night, only to find the place closed.

 

The recovery: a successful attempt at a pint (or two) at TWH Thursday night. New leaseholder now in place who is an ex partner in the Wychwood Brewery famed for its Dogs Bollocks (bitter!) and Hobgoblin chain of pubs. He knows his beer, therefore, and aims to keep six on the pumps once fully up and running. In the immediate future TWH will be closed for a few weeks for “refurbishment” with the aim of being fully functional by Easter. By that time expect to find it redecorated within and a landlady in charge.  Food is going up market but drinkers will still be welcome. Well, that’s the aim.

 

The headache: Friday morning, a real stonker which is most unusual for me. Two soluble aspirin and a day at work overcame this affliction and we were ready for:

 

The second recovery: Friday night voluminous quality check on the IPA in the B & RA.

 

The loss: 2-1 down to Henley under their bright lights on a late Saturday afternoon. They were their usual competitive selves, we had our argumentative heads on. They scored first in the first half with what was, for me, a typical Henley goal. A quick, direct break finding us exposed and a neat goal resulted. Our first half line up (yes, first half – we had 13 for an away game!) was:

 

NPN

Robbie   RA

OW  Ellio  Humph

Henn  Gropes  JAB  Sobes  PC

With Mighty on the whistle.

 

Second half we lined up with Mighty for Robbie and ROROR on for PC.

 

We equalised, but they got another almost immediately. Sobes was doing his normal mesmeric antics resulting in them not laying any stick on ball, but plenty of stick on stick, body on body and anything else on anything that threatened to get passed. As usual the umpire was not swayed by our attempts at persuasion. Thankfully their beer made up for their teas.

 

The win: the 1’s won. Yes, the 1’s won. A (mostly) good display gave a 4-2 result over Hounslow, and they were well worth it. Could this be a season of two halves? For the 1’s we would like to think so. For ourselves, no thank you.

 

Meantime the rumble in the jungle(drums) continues. Many of you will have missed the interchange of e-mails regarding Falcons selection policy a little while ago. It was caused by The Pope predicting a surfeit of players and musing that selection might take a “first come first served” turn. This, at first sight, seemed a reasonable way of dealing with the problem until one of our quicker brains recognised the danger lurking beneath the surface. What if the first eleven replies resulted in an “unbalanced” side was the question posed using the example of the Henn at centre mid field. Shock, horror, was the reaction. Mass defections to the 3A’s were threatenend. Shock, horror was also expressed by Henn who provided evidence of his mid field capabilities c/o the Kuala Lumpar Sport (or something like that). This is the newspaper whose English equivalent found a double decker bus on the moon, if my memory serves me right. However, all the protestations were silenced by a single pronouncement from The Pope who calmly reminded everyone that

 

“you have to have intelligence to play in mid field”.

 

We have heard nothing from anyone since, indeed the Henn promptly left the country.

 

But we couldn’t leave it there, could we?

Falcons thoroughness in the search for truth demands an enquiry.

It was Government Intelligence that provided proof regarding WMD.

Now it is Falcons WMD that is demanding proof of Intelligence.

 

Yes, Falcons WMD (Writers of Mendacious Diaries) demand to know if Intelligence can be found in our midfield. We have a team of experts on the case and they have been probing deeply into key cranial outcrops to see what they can find. Watch this space.     

 

 

 

Saturday 14th February – Guildford away.

 

Problem with playing in a league/alliance is that the results are published as are the league positions. Now, it is very nice to win and excellent to have been declared champions in our first season in the league (even if we hadn’t realised). However, we are now experiencing the other side of things. Last season we won the league without knowing which were league games and which weren’t. This season everyone is more aware, including our opposition. And the trouble has been that we were, again, heading the table. It appears that we are there to be shot at and, for the last two weeks, it has felt a bit like “bomb alley” in the Falklands (Falklands – not Falcons). They have been coming at us from all directions in some pretty uncompromising fashions. Are we downhearted – yes we pi..ing well are! For the last two Sundays/Mondays there has been that dull feeling in the pit of the stomach after one has failed to achieve what you expected and, possibly, deserved. And we thought this season would be better as there was no Bath “B”s! However, all is not lost. We can play hockey, we can play good hockey, we can play very good hockey. We just need to retain our composure, play the ball around, get it wide, get it to Sobes close to the circle and we know this will work.

 

We are now 2nd in the table behind Woking, with Henley and Wimbledon joint 3rd and Guildford 5th.  Monday of this week was really brightened up for me when I read the hockey results in the Telegraph: Formby 2 Oxford Hawks 4! Brilliant! Lets get behind the “1s” and keep them winning, and we can do that this weekend:

 

U18s v. Portsmouth in a cup match at 12:00 on Sunday 22nd followed by

1s v Indian Gym at 14:00

See you there.

 

Back to last week – the WMD search for “Intelligence” continues. This took us to CCC (Cumnor Cricket Club) last Friday night for the Cumnor Minors (FC) quiz night. And we found “Intelligence” and it wasn’t in midfield! In fact it was in the shape of “The Side Line Coaches”. Well, we can all do that, that’s easy! Our team (the Night Mayors – captained by the Mayor Of Cumnor) proved no match for this adjoining table of Side Liners, despite our marking their quiz papers. However we obliterated them on the beer leg(s). So we did not stay for the prize giving but headed across the road to the B & RA to see Saturday in.

 

Fitting people into cars and then onto the pitch Saturday afternoon was no easier than quiz night the night before. However we did all make it to Guildfords smart new club house and astros and eventually figured out how to fit twelve into eleven – rolling subs taking a quarter off. Not only this but we were going to play our SMC formation. Now the SMC formation was, apparently, devised by The Pope and Sobes over the telephone during the week. Now I have always been very wary of these 0800 telephone conversations and am not convinced about this particular one. However we went for it – SMC – Sobes Midfield Cover – which meant that Blommers played behind Sobes in midfield giving us three across the back and midfield, and four up front. The four up front being subject to the RORO formulation (Roll On Roll Off).

 

Thus we atarted:

NPN

Mighty   Blomm   Robbie

JPAR   Sobes   MCS

Henn  Gropes  JAB   PC

With ROROR replacing PC after 18, who then replaced Gropes who then replaced Henn.

 

First half we had the better of albeit already experiencing the effect of their bulldozer. Second half – the portents were not good when we observed that the Henn was now playing behind JPAR, dangerously close to a mid field role. Time to get him off. They competed hard, we failed to score, they managed to get one in the net. Their Youngs was very acceptable but then it was straight home as we had a dinner party to go to at The Mayors.

 

Meantime the investigation continues: WMD have not yet completed their search for Intelligence. Extensive excavations have taken place but the results are, as yet, unpublished. We wait and hope.

 

 

Saturday 21st February – Wokingham away – 16:30

 

16:50 on a cold, windy Saturday evening. Sobes received the ball on the edge of the D and fired one off at the goal. ROROR allowed the ball to go “through” him and it whistled passed an unsighted keeper. The relief was palpable. We were in the lead. It wasn’t too long before we got a second and nerves were now well settled.

 

But it hadn’t always been thus. After the last two weeks no-one was feeling confident and we were well aware that we needed to re-assert ourselves in the “Alliance” to stand a chance of retaining champions status. Training was being taken seriously. Even Wilsden (no known as CSW) turned up for a nearly full session at the B & RA Friday night and we were out early Saturday ensuring the dog was walked before sport started on the box.

 

15:00 and eight of us were present at Cutteslowe and very pleased we were to find The Pope was playing despite the WMD search for Intelligence not having produced their final findings. USA could still invade! The remainder duly arrived independently at Wokingham and we sat quietly in the changing room listening intently to PJ plans for this weeks line up. We had 12 plus an umpire. Back six picked themselves leaving the front six to be “sorted”.

 

PJ had a plan: “Henn can only play on the wing so……….” Bad start! He (Henn) might be intent on proving a point later! However, Henn would be off for the first 12 minutes to be followed by ROROR, JAB, POS (who? Wait and see), Gropes and someone else (DC) in roughly that order at 12 minute intervals.

 

So we lined up:

CSW (Clean Sheet Wilsden)

Mighty   Blommers

PJ   Sobes   RA

DC  Gropes   JAB  POS (Paddy O’Shit which is his own reference to his passing capability)   ROROR

With OW umpiring and Henn sub.

 

First half: excellent hockey.

Half time – just lay off their (tricky) centre half, he is so slow. Don’t commit, just back off.

So we did and there goes the clean sheet again.

Second half: not so good, but good enough for a 4-1 win.

 

Back home with a decent, warm feeling this week. We are back in winning ways and so are the “1’s” with their excellent victory over Indian Gym.

 

For us it is a “six pointer” this Saturday against Woking who were heading us (just) at top of league. It is a “high noon” start at home, but not sure where (NOSC or St Edwards). All support welcome. Please post your supports to PJ at………………………………………………….or contact one of us to find the ground.

 

 Saturday 28th February – Woking at home.

 

 

07:51 hours on Monday 1st March and those bits of the household not already awake (DoHA) was awakened by the ferocious barking of the dog. The morning paper had arrived! Seize the sports section and go to penultimate page and there one finds the hockey results, if you take the Telegraph. And there it was, the culmination of a very satisfying weekend:

 

Barford Tigers 1 Oxford Hawks 2…………..brilliant.

 

10

Oxford Hawks  Men's 1s

16

4

1

11

30

64

-34

13

11

Leek  Mens 1st XI

15

3

1

11

26

55

-29

10

12

Hounslow & Ealing  Men's 1s

15

1

3

11

20

51

-31

6

 

An excellent end to an excellent week.

Mind you it was all looking a little confusing in the early stages. Predictions of the return of the “Horace Batchelor Infra-draw method” for Falcons selection proved slightly false. However it brought back vivid memories of tuning in to Radio Luxemburg to listen to our favourite records as they faded across the airwaves interspersed with adverts from the man from Keynsham spelt K   E   Y   N……etc.

 

Universal appeals for help from fellow international veterans brought a rapid response from one

Anthem O’Nany who claimed extensive, international, midfield experience at veterans’ level hockey. Thankfully he was referred to the WMD who undertake all investigations into “intelligence” and duly exposed as an impostor. Not only an impostor but an (il)legal anagram as well. So, we were back to our old faithfuls and familiars I am pleased to say. All fifteen of us. If we couldn’t outplay Woking we would outweigh Woking. And it was important. Important in that they hade “done us” 6-0 at their place and important in that they were 0.12 of a point behind us in the league/alliance.

 

Our Wessex Alliance requires that we play each other, but not necessarily twice. Points are calculated by dividing the points earned by games played. Thus we had 2.19 to Wokings 2.07. All set for a key fixture at high noon at NOSC.

 

Which brings me to the TaTB. Two weeks ago it was decided that it was time for an “office re-union” for a few of us who used to work together. After a plethora of E-mails a date was set (last Friday) and a venue selected. The venue selected was then featured and praised in the Travel supplement of the Telegraph on the Saturday making us wonder if we would be able to get in after all this publicity. It appeared that we were not the only ones to take note and it is suspected that some of the local competition decided to take matters in hand and mounted a river bourn raid resulting in the roof being set on fire and our booking imperilled.  However, repairs got under way and the roof was swathed in scaffolding and plastic sheeting and the kitchen brought back into service in time for our arrival on Friday and a serious quantity of Youngs bitter and some excellent food later and we were wafted home by taxi. I can recommend the Trout at Tadpole Bridge at Buckland Marsh, which is on the Bampton road off the A420 to Swindon.

 

Up early and walk the dog and then it was off to NOSC to see whether the Pope Plan of operation was to be adopted in unadulterated form. It was, if anybody could remember what it was ‘cos the Pope had forgotten to print it out. We could remember that Anthem O’Nany was not going to feature in midfield, but Henn was going to be on the wing to start. CSW was in goal to start with, his position due for re-assessment based upon performance. So, it was:

 

CSW

Blommers  Robbie

PJ   Sobes   Ellio

Henn  POS  JAB  OW  ROROR

 

With DC on the whistle and Humph, PC and Mighty on the bench.

 

They started strongly, but we got a goal, then another and another. We were on song.

Second half saw CSW retained in the hope of realising a seasons ambition and the rest moving around to give:

 

CSW

Mighty   Blomm

Ellio   PJ   Humph

PC  Sobes  JAB  POS  DC

 

And OW blowing and the rest of us on standby in hope of someone breaking down (Henn, Robbie, ROROR). No-one did! We scored more, they scored two! Dirty sheet yet again matched by the language when that first one went in.

Five goals for Sobes who was tremendous, one each for ROROR, POS and JAB.

 

Woking were really looking forward to the Killer Chilli which did not disappoint, and a serious number of jugs were consumed, led by Sobes jug (but only one!). Eventually they left and allowed us to dribble off and look forward to this weeks fixture which is a guaranteed clean sheet with FTC deputising for the absent Wilsden who is on the piste.

 

 

 

 

Saturday 6th March – Polytechnic – home.

 

It was Saturday 4th October that the Falcons dribbled off to Oxted in the hope that those going direct would make it and that the oppo. had managed to find us a keeper. The answer proved to be yes and no. No, not everyone turned up, but yes, they had got us a keeper. Ten of us worked hard to earn a 2-0 win and chalk up the first clean sheet of the season. We were not slow to make our missing keeper aware of this clean sheet. Since then, inevitably, the tension has been mounting. Despite scoring nine goals against Reading, 8 against Winchester and Woking and 6 against Guildford as well as many other less notable results we have always conceded. RTRG (Ricardo The Recumbent Goalkeeper – due to his prevalence for lying down and looking behind himself to find the ball)  became NPN (Near Post Nightmare – owing to the number scored from oblique angles – at least 1!), became CSW (Clean Sheet Wilsden). So he decided he had had enough, it was time for a break and he was off on the piste with Blommers.

 

 Can anyone remember a record  “It’s Good News Week” and who recorded it? I can remember the tune **. Well it was inevitable, it was foretold. It was “Clean Sheet Week”, it just had to be. In fact it was going to be, whatever happened.

 

And so it was. Polytechnic arrived in advance of most of the Falcons. We were very concerned that we had the time right as, with 15 minutes to go, Ellio arrived. Much negotiation with the 3A’s meant that we were featuring FTC (Felix The Cat) in goal and, as a result, were loaning them a couple of our fittest and finest. We were oversubscribed once more, especially as we had obtained the services of Dad 2 B, the Easterbunny, to whistle. An interesting decision (see below). We started:

 

FTC

Mighty  Humph

PJ   Sobes   Ellio

DC  Gropes  JAB  POS  PC

With  ROROR on the bench and Henn in support.

 

It looked like we were going to take charge as POS slotted in clinically from the top of the circle. The goal was awarded by their umpire, who was nearly level with the shot. However, Dad 2B intervened from afar and disallowed the goal, adjudging the ball to have been outside of the circle when struck. Paddy O’Shit Shot expressed himself singularly unimpressed, Karen (Mum 2B) verified that Dad 2B was never sure when it was in. Much discussion amongst all parties eventually concluded that it was just inside the circle (this was oppo’s conclusion) whilst we decided that it was nearer the 25 than the circle. It was a little later that Gropes squeezed one in amongst a mangle of players.

 

Second half saw ROROR introduced in order to warm him up for the 3A’s at Wallingford and the rest of the forward line playing pass the substitute. Poly continued to be robust, we were robust in turn. Gropes had an enforced layoff as did one of their players, but we held on.

 

A clean sheet!

 

Text messages were immediately despatch to those on the piste to let them know how much they had been missed and  we were into the warm down with the Jimmy Riddles and Killer Chilli. Poly enjoyed our hospitality meaning we missed the ladies 1s game. Whilst our mens 1s were gaining a good draw the 3A’s with Grandad and Dad (ROROR and OW) were also earning a draw at Wallingford.

 

So, we stay top but have to face Wimbledon this Saturday at St Edwards, 11:30. They drew 3-3 with us in January at NOSC (we were 2-0 up, then 3-2 down) and were in joint second in the alliance/league up to last Sat.

 

 ** Many subsequent E-mails (thanks to saddoes Pat Badderley and Barry Jameson) informed that it was Hedgehopper Anonymous who recorded Good News Week.

 

 

 

 

Saturday 13th March – Wimbledon away(home)

 

It was meant to be away but they could not get a pitch. They asked us if we could find a pitch and St Edwards was booked for an 11:30 start. After that double appearance last week (Poly and Wallingford) ROROR was on for his first full game on the park this year. And he was taking it very seriously! Rather than spending all evening training at the B & RA Friday night a pint avoidance strategy was adopted that involved attendance at the OGS (Oxford Gang Show, not the Old Guzzlers Society). Tickets were booked, early supper arranged and then we (ROROR, DoHA and PD (ParamedicDaughter – that is Paramedic, not Paralytic)) were off into Oxford in time for a quick one in the Grapes before taking our seats at the front of the circle for 19:15 curtain up.

 

OGS is old fashioned, cheap and cheerful and an absolutely excellent experience for everyone. Those taking part have an experience of a life time as part of a “gang” appearing in front of an audience in a large theatre. Those attending are paying a very small amount to support a very worthy cause and, if you actually know someone in it, you will not escape that glow of pride in achievement. Gang Show always ends in good time, and this year was no exception. So it was a quick getaway to join the trainers at B&RA for that final furlong, or so. PD abandoned the oldies to go in search of younger “talent” at CCC, only to return with the Mayor Of Cumnor who had been putting in some early net practice!   Before lomg PD and DoHA abandoned ship and went home leaving the rest to see in Saturday and complete arrangements for the fancy dress party Saturday night (theme “legends and fairies”).

 

Saturday dawned. I awake PD as we were due at Autopark, Kidlington to pick up new (second hand) car before I had to play.  All was well. Sparkling Chrysler Neon with new windscreen, MOT, service, tax and warranty was ready for driving away, and away it went leaving me to wander up to BRN and leave messages to redirect Wimbledon should they mistakenly arrive there rather than St Edwards. Then off to St Eds.

 

It was destined, it was always going to be. After last weeks clean sheet without CSW in goal it was odds on that this week, with CSW back between the sticks, we would have a clean sheet. And so we did. Not only that but, with ROROR putting in a full appearance just what Falcons had been missing all year would be displayed. And so it was. ROROR was mesmeric. There was only one team in it and CSW kept one!

 

ROROR duly returned to BRN and celebrated with a jug, watched the end of the Ladies 2’s and the start of the Ladies 1’s before retiring for the afternoon in preparation for his cameo role as Dr No at the party.

 

Spot of light limbering up at the B&RA en-route (it is generally considered “bad manners” to turn up at a party on an empty stomach) with Miss World, The Lion, The Witch (but no wardrobe), Little Red Riding Hood, Annie Oakley, Ozzie Osborne, and half a dozen Al Capones before we were off around the corner and into the marquee for the night. The Hook Norton lasted pretty well, the food even better, whilst The Lion was having distinct problems drinking without removing his mask. There were some excellent fancy dresses and some wet individuals who hadn’t made the effort.

 

We made the effort and celebrated with the Glitter Bug (aka CSW), attempted to raise the Lions tale by attaching gas filled balloons and allowed much petting of my pussy (Dr No had a cat!). At some stage, I am told, I was taken home – by Miss World!

 

Miss World, mesmeric, and a clean sheet!

 

 

 

Saturday 20th March – Havant away.

 

Havant away - a "must win" game if we are to retain the Alliance championship and the news is not good - no ROROR (unavoidably detained in Spain - where have we heard that before? (Editors note: demonstrating his true European colours he was in an Irish bar in Barcelona to watch England play Wales) ) - no Pope (collapsed knees - an occupational hazard for Pontiffs) but worst of all no Mighty, our ever present talismanic defender ( packing books - and no doubt Budweisers as well in the States) - were the wheels going to come off.?

On the plus(?) side NPN is available - and hasn't let in a goal for over 3 weeks - as well as Billers who is still adjusting to the taxing pace of Falcons hockey. Ellio is on time as well - we have a squad of 12 and have travelled in 8 cars - we follow the 1's onto the pitch who have just been edged out 2-1 by Havant in the National League. We are dismayed to see the PA system being dismantled before our game. The line up adopts the Horace Batchelor forward perm as before - select 5 forwards from 6 and reads as follows

NPN/CSW

Blom  Billers

Ellio Sobes OW

Hen (off for 12) DC Gropes JAB POS PC

Havant pack their defence and are clearly looking for a no score draw (haven't they heard??) - we co operate by dominating and failing to score  - Sobes is having an off day with the shorts as is the Havant umpire. Half time comes - don't panic boys is the message - move the ball quickly and we will wrap it up - 10 seconds into the re start we move the ball quickly and Gropes tucks it away - 1-0. A dreary second half sees Ellio go missing so our radical line up reads

NPN/CSW

Bloms Billers

           Sobes  OW                                      Ellio

Hen DC Gropes JAB POS PC 

Our new formation utterly perplexes the oppo who have no answer to Ellio's libero role and a Sobes special from our 97th shortie wraps it up. So the bed linen remains unsullied for another week - how incredible is that - and texts were immediately despatched to La Manga prison.

Falcons – 3 consecutive weeks without conceding a goal!***!  What is the long sought secret of success for CSW (Clean Sheet Wilsdon)? The answer is as follows:

Week 1: go skiing with Blommers and let FTC play in goal

Week 2: oppo cry off

Week 3: Get serious on the training! Thursday evening found him doing a few lengths (!) before calling to present ROROR with the directions to Havant. Jolly useful if you are going to Barcelona. Ponder what to do next over a pint at CCC. A little jogging (!) Friday lunch time in preparation for the trip to the Madjeski stadium for the CIOB awards dinner (???something to do with builders bums I think) where a quiet evening of consolidated training was anticipated in the presence of Jeff Probyn who was guest speaker. The quiet evening of consolidated training was up set by Richards Project Manager winning star prize for a hole in the ground (he calls it a swimming pool). This, apparently excused the emergence of champagne before someone took him home. His GLW (Good Lady Wife) heard him come in and, subsequently, discovered him asleep on the sofa circa 04:00. He was not moving, until disturbed by Blommers ringing for directions to Havant at 08:45. Then it was the direct route to Havant via Bournmouth. Obligatory pit stop at East Ilsley on the return completed a day of impressing GLW who was awaiting his arrival at the Moles’ with a number of others, including the DoHA. GLW sniffed out the fact that he had not dashed straight back without tea and/or stopping!

That’s the way you get a clean sheet! What are you doing in preparation this week, CSW?

Bring it on Amersham next week - nothing can stop us now - Falcons - champions elect.

 

 

 

 

 


Bear & Ragged Staff annual bike ride - 2004

 

We were sitting talking at the bar of the B&RA the other week; discussing the economy, terrorism and the world situation. Inevitably the subject of Jordan cropped up. Gerry, one of the B&RA South African bar staff who happened to be enjoying a night off that night and was, therefore, our side of the bar, commented how she wished she were better endowed. We suggested she go for “enhancement” a la Jordan, but she claimed not to be able to afford this. We got another drink whilst letting our imagination take all this in.

 

Now, the sign had just gone up behind the bar announcing the date for this years sponsored bike ride. The opportunity was obvious – sponsor Gerry’s tits! Or rather, raise money via the sponsored bike ride that would be used to enhance her bust. This immediately led to a discussion regarding the route for the ride this year and the difficulties we might be facing. Previous years have followed the route:

B&RA,   8 Bells,   Thatched Tavern,  Plough,  White Hart,  Dog House,  Black Horse,  Merry Miller,

Bystander,  Greyhound,  Vine &/or Cumnor Cricket Club,  B&RA.

However the B&RA is just about to have a change of manager, the Bells are closed, Thatched Tavern is/has changed hands, White Hart is closed, Vine is on the market. The route is looking troubled.

Time for a pint.

 

Alternative strategies could be necessary. Alternatives considered included:

Rose Revived,  Maybush,  The Pig,  Lamb & Flag,  Waggon & Horses,  Hinds Head.

Trouble is the Rose and the Maybush both involve that long drag up from the river onto the escarpment. The Pig (Blue Boar, Longworth) would involve a very long stretch from Appleton or from Maybush, and the other three (all in Southmoor) would also involve a long leg back. All of this might be OK if we were really sponsored by the mile, but is anyone really sponsored by the mile on this B&RA annual event? The additional pubs might be worth the effort if we got sponsorship by the pint, but if this were to be the case we could save ourselves a lot of effort by just doing circuits of the Bear, the Bells, CCC and the Vine.

In fact, why not just move between CCC and the B&RA.

In fact why move?

 

This brought us back to the serious reason for the event – sponsorship

And Gerry’s breasts.

Maybe advertising the fact that the bike ride was intended to raise money for bigger barmaids tits might not have universal appeal and might not rate a mention in the Parish Magazine – always good publicity! A slightly less obvious strategy might be needed.

Best get another drink.

 

Every year to date we have raised money for the SSNAP – Support for Sick Newborn and their Parents. Perhaps what we ought to do is continue this, but split the money raised between the SSNAP and Gerry’s Tits.

Worth considering, and worth another pint.

 

Fairly recently there has been considerable publicity given to the disappearance/scarcity of various species of bird and mammal. Elephants, voles, sparrows all got a mention. Now we are onto something, we shall do something for the environment (well, it will certainly improve the environment around the B&RA bar!).

Another pint, now we are motoring.

 

Sparrows: that’s the one! The house sparrow is one of the species that has been mentioned in terms of a large, unexplained, drop in population. So lets raise money for the RSPB. An increase in numbers is what we are looking for (32 to 34), a suitable upturn (in the population). RSPB: Royal Society for the Protection of Birds could become Rogan’s Society for the Provision of Breasts. We are onto something here. And why “sparrows”? Because everyone knows

“Sparrows like breadcrumbs, tits like coconuts”.

Exactly what we are seeking.

Get another pint and lets review where we are with all this.

 

We have the goal, the objective and the mission statement (Sparrows like………………). By still raising money for the JR Baby Unit we have the cover. And good cover is essential for good sparrows. Back to the effort and the route. Lets just think about this. Potentially fewer pubs this year. Or potentially more miles. Problems. It was becoming apparent that, despite all our best efforts, Gerry might not attain the required level of enhancement in one go. It was looking very like a two stage approach. We were thus faced with further options. We could do one breast this year and the other next. This might entail her going around in circles a bit but it would be a start. Alternatively she could have both slightly enlarged this year and further enhanced next.

Lets think about this a bit more with another pint meantime.

 

 Less pubs or more miles. Less pints or more knackered. One big one, one small one or both slightly bigger. Tits like peanuts…. tits like cashews…. brazils……. They are looking alright as they are. Sparrows, coconuts………more sparrows……………………

Time gentlemen please.

 

So, there you are. Planning is well under way for this years’ B&RA sponsored bike ride.

 

 

 

Saturday 27th March – Amersham & Chalfont – home.

 

The weekend got off to a somewhat troubled start. I undertook a spot of training, as any hockey player proud of his fitness would, at CCC and the B&RA Thursday evening. However my subsequent beauty sleep had to be curtailed by the requirement to ferry DoHA and daughter to the bus station ofr the 02:00 coach to Gatwick. Returning to bed, could I get back to sleep? No. Friday seemed like a long day as a consequence.  Eventually training time arrived but a very poor attendance was evidenced at the B&RA. Where were the men? Was Wilsdon celebrating another award winning hole in the ground, what was going on? Lets go is search of some life. So off we went to the Flowing Well in Sunningwell where, true to form, Friday night was music night. The landlord and session musician, LeBurn, was performijng with his “group” which saved on conversation. I slept better that night.

 

10:30 start Saturday, giving just enough time to have some scrambled eggs before departing for NOSC. Amersham and Chalfont – always competitive. Result probably doesn’t affect our league position but still, better to complete the fixtures with a win. The Pope was still suffering from PKD (Papal Knee Disorder) so would be umpiring once again. JAB was suffering from SFK (Salmon Fishers Knee) as well as from the fact that he hasn’t scored on home soil for a while. Mighty was still missing over the pond somewhere leaving us with:

 

HCFW in goal (Haven’t Conceded For Weeks!)

Blomm  Robbo

Ellio   Sobes   RA

And the HBFP (Horace Batchelor Forward Permutation) of any 5 from 6:

Henn  Gropes  DC  POS  OW  ROROR.

 

Chalfont were all, there in good time and were having a team talk in the dressing room. Despite it being a dreary morning POS decided that the pitch should be watered, working on the principle that “if it works, use it”.( Made a mental note to check that one out with Jan next time I see her.) Thus we were sheltering in the shed. The forward line permutated and managed three goals along the way (2 for OW and a goal of the season candidate from DC). Ellio eventually pushed Sobes out of the way in order to receive a shortie. He sliced his shot to the left of the keeper, smugly claiming to have sussed that the keeper was weaker on his left side!  4-0 to Falcons.

 

Enjoyed the Killer Chilli and the company of the oppo. in the bar afterwards before venturing out to watch our other team of champions – Ladies 1’s. who were also facing Chalfont. The Ladies are obviously better hosts than us! Sunday saw the mens 1s, already safe in the National League following a miraculous recovery after Xmas, go down to Kieren Roche and fellow Buccaneers. Like the Falcons they were suffering from a surfeit of forwards, but would obviously benefit from our training methods in learning how to cope.

 

Just as you thought I wouldn't mention it any more............it had to be mentioned. The man with more names than anyone else was celebrating! Originally known as RTRG (Ricardo The Recumbant Goalkeeper) due to prevalence for lying down and looking at the ball in the back of the net, he then became NPN (Near Post Nightmare for obvious reasons). And then, as the perception grew that the only time we had failed to concede was when he was away he was kindly christened CSW (Clean Sheet Wilsdon). And then what happened? He went on holiday.............and we kept a clean sheet. Then the oppo cried off: two in a row! Then Havant happened: 2-0 to Falcons with CSW in goal. Then Amersham: 4-0 to Falcons. So now we have HCIWW, as in Havant Conceded In Weeks Wilsdon. And with no Falcons match next week: could be he is on a roll! So we helped him celebrate, especially knowing he had a date with a Senator that afternoon, following our Falcons game. Having heard about his long run of success he was being promoted to our youth squad. Senators result? Five all!  

 

So, Champions! Now we come to the warm down for the season with some friendlies against old foes. Meantime we have the Dinner and Club Day to contend with, all preceded by the re-opening of our favourite training establishment on Friday – TWH. Can’t wait!

 

 

Saturday 24th April – Milton Keynes at home.

 

Blimey, it is a month since we last played and ensured our place as league champions. Owing to re-arranged league fixtures for MK our friendly with them was postponed until now. So we find two league champions (Yes, they won  their league) facing each other. There has been a lot of water under the bridge and beer down the gullet since our last match. TWH has re-opened sporting a good range of real ales but a new rigidity in closing time! We sampled it well on first night, working our way steadily along the five pumps before adjourning to the B&RA for the finale. Quick in-flight call ensured that suitable refreshments awaited our arrival at B&RA as it was nearing 23:00. Any body remember what was on the pumps at TWH? Timmy Taylors, Titanic, and what were the other three? Can’t remember now.

 

Easter came and went and then it was Timbers birthday, his 60th! Poor old sod. He gave up hockey donkeys years ago as he couldn’t keep up and, sadly, Sally hasn’t been seen on the pitch either. Still, they can still do a good (lunch time) party with an excellent array of curry’s and beers and people. Weather was kind to us as well so a very mellow Saturday afternoon/evening. For his birthday Timber(tool), as he was once known, was presented with a “Red Letter Day”. One of those things where you choose whether to jump out of a plane with no parachute, bunjee jump off the Shell building, go into space or whatever. Roche and I both reckoned that he should go for the “shag a virgin” option except we couldn’t find it in the book. Shame.

 

Next day, Sunday 18th April, I made my 2003/2004 season debut for Adastral in the pouring rain against a rather young looking PSF. We came second and got very wet. However we were able to finalise the arrangements for “Dereks Day” at NOSC when we were holding an Adastral re-union in memory of Gus Holton. It took me to Friday to dry out and venture out to net practice at CCC. It was the night before their  St George’s Day celebrations and the real ales were racked up and ready for sampling, so we did. Very good, especially the Uprising even though it didn’t exactly have that effect!

 

And then it was Saturday, fine and sunny. Nice dog walk by the river before setting off to NOSC to find MK already well represented. Successfully disrupted their synchronised warm up routine by switching on the pitch watering system, but missed our team talk as a result.

In evidence were:

RTRG

Mighty  Blommers  Humph

Ellio  Sobes  OW

Henners  PoS  DC  PC  ROROR

Which makes 12. So Mighty watched the first half.

 

And so it was the clash of the champions and RTRG was going through his complete repertoire. Half time and we were a Sobes goal to the good, which also means a clean sheet at that stage. However, BW (Barnes Wallace – bouncing bomb) “hit the wall” early in the second half and blew up completely. Things were looking messy with Henners trying to take over in midfield. We weren’t having any of that and re-organised and let in a few goals as their superior youth and fitness took its toll (they play in an over 40’s league which they won, compared to our over 50’s). I think it was 4-1 to them in the end but nobody really cared as we had all enjoyed a competitive match and were now going to get stuck in to some Killer Chilli and Ruddles.

 

Then it was home before departing for St Georges celebrations at CCC followed by Gavins farewell at B&RA. Long night, long night. Excellent ale at CCC, excellent music at B&RA and St Georges flag was kept flying from my flies for most of the night – amazing how one can make it wave around without the use of hands!

 

 

Saturday 1st May – City Of Oxford at home.

 

The end of another splendidly enjoyable season. Falcons hockey is both competitive and fun. Competitive because we have players who want to win, fun because we have players who are prepared to have the “mickey” taken out of them and are also prepared to gave as good as they get. We have a lot to be thankful for and especially for the efforts of our much aligned (mostly by me!) goalkeeper for arranging the fixtures and the efforts of our (now) ex club player of the year for his continued efforts to put eleven onto the park despite his own disabilities. And despite those disabilities he still turns up to umpire. I know that we are all very grateful for the effort they make to enable the rest of us to enjoy ourselves.

 

And so to our final game, the traditional end to a Falcons season against our old friends from Morris’/Abingdon/City Of Oxford. Yes, it is the former Old Cumbustibles who we traditionally enjoy the company of at the end of the season. True to form they are present in numbers whilst we are still waking up. There are some old and some not so old faces around this year. We are fielding our “clean sheet ace” in FTC, RTG having broken his big toe trying to avoid an MK shot last week. We knew it was serious when he refused any beer after the match and shuffled off in the direction of the JR. Blommers was also NA having been entered by Dee (no comment!) for the cross country at Badminton Horse Trials – it must be those shoes! However it appears he refused “at the water”! Consequently we have promoted Billers and H from our development squad and have Roche Minimus making up the numbers.

 

FTC

Mighty   Humph

Ellio   Sobes   Billers

PC  OW Rmin H ROROR

 

Their affinity with City had done them no harm with the odd set of young legs on board from their 1st and 2nd XI to supplement the old faithfuls. We took the lead from a beautiful through ball from Sobes, skilfully left by ROROR enabling his Godson to ghost in around the back and slot it home. This was doubtless doubly appreciated by OW who is a self pronounced expert in these “around the back” activities. He has commented, more than once, that it is more enjoyable when it is kept tight at the back.

 

Our scoring was rounded off by PC who put away one of his trademark outrageous narrow angle jobs. Meantime their legs were giving us the run around and FTC was using up all his lives at the back and we all came away satisfied with an enjoyable game. The Killer Chilli was not in evidence, but a very acceptable Shepherd was duly consumed and washed down by a spot of end of season IPA.

 

Then it was off into the late afternoon with no plans for our next match, shame.

However the top line for the season is as follows:

Played 28, won 17, drawn 4, lost 7, scored 96, conceded 61.

If one just takes the league results:

Played 20, won 15, drawn 2, lost 3, scored 76, conceded 37.

And have we enjoyed ourselves?

You bet!


 

Falcons 2003/2004 Season Fixtures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Date

Opposition

H / A

Won

Drawn

Lost

For

Against

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13-Sep

Milton Keynes

A

1

 

 

3

2

20-Sep

Chippenham Chipmonks

H

 

 

1

2

3

27-Sep

Olton & West Warwick

A

1

 

 

5

2

04-Oct

Oxted Moonshiners

A

1

 

 

2

0

11-Oct

Reading Vets

H

1

 

 

9

1

18-Oct

Henley Vets

H

 

1

 

4

4

25-Oct

Haslemere Bluebeards

A

1

 

 

3

1

26-Oct

Rugeley

A

 

 

 

 

 

01-Nov

Winchester Wanderers

H

1

 

 

8

2

08-Nov

Epsom Vagabonds

H 11:00

1

 

 

5

3

15-Nov

Guildford Gondoliers

H 15:00

1

 

 

6

1

22-Nov

Woking Pitts

A

 

 

1

1

6

29-Nov

Wokingham Vets

H

1

 

 

4

2

30-Nov

Cup Round 2 Olton & WW

A

 

 

1

2

5

06-Dec

Polytechnic

A

1

 

 

4

3

13-Dec

Chippenham Chipmonks

A

 

 

1

2

3

20-Dec

Hawks 3A's

H

 

1

 

3

3

27-Dec

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

03-Jan

U 16's

H

 

 

 

 

 

10-Jan

Wimbledon Nightmares

H

 

1

 

3

3

17-Jan

Amersham & Chalfont

A

1

 

 

4

3

24-Jan

Havant Cavaliers

H

1

 

 

3

2

31-Jan

Epsom Vagabonds

C

 

 

 

 

 

07-Feb

Henley Vets

A

 

 

1

1

2

14-Feb

Guildford Gondoliers

A

 

 

1

0

1

21-Feb

Wokingham Vets

A

1

 

 

4

1

28-Feb

Woking Pitts

H

1

 

 

8

2

06-Mar

Polytechnic

H

1

 

 

1

0

13-Mar

Wimbledon Nightmares

Cancelled

 

 

 

 

 

20-Mar

Havant Cavaliers

A

1

 

 

2

0

27-Mar

Amersham & Chalfont

H

1

 

 

4

0

24-Apr

Milton Keynes

H

 

 

1

1

4

01-May

City Of Oxford

H

 

1

 

2

2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Totals

28

17

4

7

96

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