Another weekend, another set of results!
Netball
Cancelled (That damned acid rain thing again)
Rugby
Kapiti College 7 – 20 Newlands College
Soccer
KCU “Hair on Rosetta” 3rds 4 – 1 KCU Masters 1 (Travis 1 Goal)
KCU Ladies cancelled – Ground unplayable.
The rugby was played in a pig sty. I have played sport in inclement weather in many locations and have NEVER seen that much mud!
I later learned that the school and its sports grounds are built on what was once a landfill. That explains the squishy, slippery, water-on-top nature of the pitch and the fact that people wear wellies with their trousers tucked in! My light blue jeans were a solid brown to about mid-shin, blending into a blue-brown to the knee! From the knee up, little brown “splatters” that ensure my warm, padded jacket will be paying a visit to the washing machine.
It sort of misty-drizzled throughout the game and I found myself zipping up and unzipping my jacket every so often, as the temperature was mild. Not cold enough to zip up, not warm enough to do without. The weather reports suggest a Southerly is approaching, so we are in for a cold spell for 2 or 3 days, commencing tonight sometime.
The game, as you can imagine, was less than a spectacle and the Newlands pack proved too strong, in both physique and attitude, vital in those conditions. They out-muscled our boys and managed to intimidate with some blatant nastiness with boot, knee, fist, head and mouth. While I do not seek to make excuses, as the Newlands team deserved the win, the score line flatters them a little. When a linesman raises his flag, it remains raised irrespective of the resultant play. The fact that the referee awarded a try as he had not noticed the flag raised, does not mean the linesman can drop the flag and pretend the play was not out.
With my little rant out of the way, Travis had a monster game! His defensive technique just gets better and better. Kapiti did a lot of defending on Saturday and Travis in particular stood out with some solid work in holding up the ball carrier over the line to deny Newlands a try. The other improvement is in his positional play. He is now aware of the box behind the fly-half from line-outs on his side of the field and fielded and cleared from their on a couple of occasions.
He reminds me so much of Pieter Rossouw and the way he played the game. Travis faced with a 3 on 1 overlap, in his own 25m area, almost made the intercept. He read it and played for it. Try saving and they would have struggled to stop him had he collected it cleanly rather than knocking on off the finger tips. He created a great opportunity from a little dribble through after beating his opposite number to a bobbling ball in the Newlands 25m, only for the Kapiti player in support to knock on the line trying to gather the ball to go over for the score.
So a disappointment for the team; and me! They are now off top spot, that honour now belonging to Newlands. On the bright side, no serious injuries and Travis is improving in leaps and bounds.
Saturday afternoon and a soccer game against our Masters 1 team. 4-1 Victory ensures we remain unbeaten and nice that Travis got a 15 minute run and capitalised with a left footed gaol. The team are in good spirits and the beer flowed pretty freely after the game. Des did not get a run. The game was called off to allow the pitch at Alex Moore Park to recover. It was probably quite cut-up and muddy. Des was relieved as she was not really in the mood and probably still a little tender from the 90 minutes she played last weekend. It was way too much for her and she forced her body through most of last week.
Netball was called off, so Sherrie took full advantage and we had a house full of teens for most of the weekend. Including a few who sat through the Super 14 final with me on Saturday night. Comment about the game?
While the visibility was poor, the Hurricanes continued use of the boot negated their strength! All season, they have manipulated the mid-field on attack, using Umaga and Nonu to set the ball up, bringing their back row into the game. Their kick, after kick, after kick of good possession meant that the Hurricanes 6, 7 and 8 were no longer playing as a unit and most of the time were in-between the game, with the missiles flying back and forth above their heads. In the end, when they needed to take the game to the Crusaders, they looked more like a team that could have scored a try or two and put the Crusaders under some pressure. As it turns out, Dan Carter kept his team calm and settled and took more and more control as the game wore on! Disappointed, but an entertaining season and a great night at Westpac Stadium for the semi-final win against the Waratahs. Go the ‘Canes!
Bring on the Tri-Nations………
We this weekend also finalised the lease for Melba! Melba is dark brown pony with a white blaze and a single, short, white sock on her right rear leg. She is 15 hands high and is quite a granny at 20 years young. Melba lives at the Raumati Pony Club and Meghan is her new “owner”. The pony club is a block from Meghan’s school, handy given that she needs to pop in every morning to remove covers and check feed and then every afternoon to do covers, feed and groom. She has free reign (pardon the pun) on when she rides and there are many options and routes for rides, including the beach and a number of tracks through bush in the area. Meghan put Melba through her paces on Saturday afternoon and gave her the thumbs up, saying she is very willing, nice and agile, intelligent and REALLY trustworthy. So, with us only picking up ongoing maintenance costs such as feed, grazing, shoeing, worming and an annual Pony Club membership, Meghan has her equestrian dreams partly satisfied. Now I need to find a saddle and some other kit, though Rosalee, the previous owner, is providing these to Meghan at no cost for a couple of months, so no pressure on forking out some serious dosh right now!
I am stoked about the deal and Meghan is all eagerness and excitement. Fantastic that she can the bus down their and do her own thing on weekends, especially when we have to run from netball to rugby to soccer.
Another week kicks off, wonder what will be in the letter next week…………
Latest news from the “Farm”
Yip, The Farm! I liken NZ to an oversized-farm-of-country, which reflects as much on our lifestyle as where we live.
The weather? Summer continues to win the good fight! Winter struggles to force us into thermals, woollens and oilskins, though it’s attempt is about as fierce as the Bull’s snort, or is that ‘sneeze’, at the Jade Stadium.
The Hurricanes, I thought were pretty impressive, given their ten minute “dominance-of-the-clock” to shut out the ‘Tahs. In fact, maturity on that scale is a refreshing departure for the ‘Canes and that has set the country abuzz with thoughts that the ‘Canes may just compete against the ‘Saders this weekend. I for one think the ‘Canes could just get up and win it!
Kapiti College Boys Rugby, under 65kg, division 2, grading games:
Kapiti 37 – Aotea 10.
The boys produced a good result in the end, being 10–0 down after 20 minutes. The forwards got a wake up, being muscled around by Aotea, resulting in two good tries by the visitors. A bullocking run by the Kapiti number 8, shortly after conceding the second try, sparked the pack and they never looked back, dominating possession and territory, running in some good crisp tries.
A good lesson for the team and a reminder that even with good players, you cannot play without the ball. Travis had a reasonable game, one of those were the ball seemed to be on the other side of the field all the time. His defence is improving week-on-week. So roll on next week.
Kapiti Coast United “Hair on Rosetta” 3rds: (Yes, I know, but that is what we are called, damned sponsors and their money)
KCU “Hair on Rosetta” 3rds 7 – 0 Paekakeriki.
What more can be said of a team that went undefeated in the league last season and is still undefeated this year. Top of the table now!
Kapiti Coast United – Womens social team:
KCU Women 1 – 5 Johnsonville.
Poor Des, has not played in two years, had a gentle introduction last week with a 15 minute run, played 90 minutes. You can imagine the hobbling gait! Add to that the lump on her lower shin and the 20cm stud-mark on her thigh and guaranteed she will be back next to do it all again. I missed the game, unfortunately, but will provide a match report after next Sundays game.
Reason for missing the game was Meghan’s first horse outing since leaving Cape Town. She has been so patient and was excited at the prospect of a two hour hacking session in the forests behind Waikanae. She was given a choice of what she wanted to ride, a pony or a big horse? ‘I like big horses” she said and was shown the big boy she was to catch in the paddock and prepare for the outing.
Boof is his name. A 6 year old Gelding measuring 16.3 hands high. A big boy!
The owner refers to him as a “gentle giant” though I would prefer mounting a 1000cc motorcycle, before trying to manage Boof!
He treated Meghan well, or Meghan treated him well, either way the partnership was a success and apart from a scratch on her neck from a low hanging branch, the two had a good romp and returned safe to the paddock.
As if a catalyst, seems the equestrian part of settling in is maturing. I today spotted an ad for a lease in our area. A pony, full lease! The lass returned my call this afternoon and I expect we will meet with the owners in the week and do a deal. It will be perfect introduction to ownership, and we will be able to learn, at least the important aspects, while we have the guidance of the owner.
A lease means Meghan is entirely responsible for the horses well being. Feed, grooming, shoes ect. etc. In return for the monthly fee and the care of the pony, she “owns” the pony. I need to understand where our responsibility ends in terms of health. I expect we pick up the ongoing maintenance costs, e.g. shoes and worming, while if the horse becomes ill, who picks up the vets bill!?
So, if all can be amicably agreed, Meghan will be taking the first steps toward horse ownership and I will be dropping bills on farriers, vets, the feed store and the equestrian supply shop for the…….. forever!
I cannot wait, it gives her so much pleasure!
Sherrie! Left to last for no particular reason other than that she had no netball this weekend and I did not see much of her between saying good night on Thursday evening and leaving for work this morning.
I am fast becoming the father of a teenager! The only part of the transformation outstanding is forking out the dough. Her exploits seem to be zero-dollar above pocket money at this stage. Long may it last, though that would be pure naivety, not so!? She is still enjoying the company of Jarred and Jacob and their clan. Clean-cut boys! They had better be, otherwise I will line them up and have Travis practise his tackling, or just let Des loose on them……..! You go Sherrie! Just slowly!
I trust you have been able to deduce that ALL is spiffing with us! We are still having fun. Des is starting to make some good dough, the car is running great, the bills are being paid, my job is chugging along and the kids are coping with the academic, sport and social aspects of their oh-so-complicated teen lives.
They are managing to keep a balance and Des and I are so proud of them.
The weather? Summer continues to win the good fight! Winter struggles to force us into thermals, woollens and oilskins, though it’s attempt is about as fierce as the Bull’s snort, or is that ‘sneeze’, at the Jade Stadium.
The Hurricanes, I thought were pretty impressive, given their ten minute “dominance-of-the-clock” to shut out the ‘Tahs. In fact, maturity on that scale is a refreshing departure for the ‘Canes and that has set the country abuzz with thoughts that the ‘Canes may just compete against the ‘Saders this weekend. I for one think the ‘Canes could just get up and win it!
Kapiti College Boys Rugby, under 65kg, division 2, grading games:
Kapiti 37 – Aotea 10.
The boys produced a good result in the end, being 10–0 down after 20 minutes. The forwards got a wake up, being muscled around by Aotea, resulting in two good tries by the visitors. A bullocking run by the Kapiti number 8, shortly after conceding the second try, sparked the pack and they never looked back, dominating possession and territory, running in some good crisp tries.
A good lesson for the team and a reminder that even with good players, you cannot play without the ball. Travis had a reasonable game, one of those were the ball seemed to be on the other side of the field all the time. His defence is improving week-on-week. So roll on next week.
Kapiti Coast United “Hair on Rosetta” 3rds: (Yes, I know, but that is what we are called, damned sponsors and their money)
KCU “Hair on Rosetta” 3rds 7 – 0 Paekakeriki.
What more can be said of a team that went undefeated in the league last season and is still undefeated this year. Top of the table now!
Kapiti Coast United – Womens social team:
KCU Women 1 – 5 Johnsonville.
Poor Des, has not played in two years, had a gentle introduction last week with a 15 minute run, played 90 minutes. You can imagine the hobbling gait! Add to that the lump on her lower shin and the 20cm stud-mark on her thigh and guaranteed she will be back next to do it all again. I missed the game, unfortunately, but will provide a match report after next Sundays game.
Reason for missing the game was Meghan’s first horse outing since leaving Cape Town. She has been so patient and was excited at the prospect of a two hour hacking session in the forests behind Waikanae. She was given a choice of what she wanted to ride, a pony or a big horse? ‘I like big horses” she said and was shown the big boy she was to catch in the paddock and prepare for the outing.
Boof is his name. A 6 year old Gelding measuring 16.3 hands high. A big boy!The owner refers to him as a “gentle giant” though I would prefer mounting a 1000cc motorcycle, before trying to manage Boof!
He treated Meghan well, or Meghan treated him well, either way the partnership was a success and apart from a scratch on her neck from a low hanging branch, the two had a good romp and returned safe to the paddock.As if a catalyst, seems the equestrian part of settling in is maturing. I today spotted an ad for a lease in our area. A pony, full lease! The lass returned my call this afternoon and I expect we will meet with the owners in the week and do a deal. It will be perfect introduction to ownership, and we will be able to learn, at least the important aspects, while we have the guidance of the owner.
A lease means Meghan is entirely responsible for the horses well being. Feed, grooming, shoes ect. etc. In return for the monthly fee and the care of the pony, she “owns” the pony. I need to understand where our responsibility ends in terms of health. I expect we pick up the ongoing maintenance costs, e.g. shoes and worming, while if the horse becomes ill, who picks up the vets bill!?
So, if all can be amicably agreed, Meghan will be taking the first steps toward horse ownership and I will be dropping bills on farriers, vets, the feed store and the equestrian supply shop for the…….. forever!
I cannot wait, it gives her so much pleasure!
Sherrie! Left to last for no particular reason other than that she had no netball this weekend and I did not see much of her between saying good night on Thursday evening and leaving for work this morning.
I am fast becoming the father of a teenager! The only part of the transformation outstanding is forking out the dough. Her exploits seem to be zero-dollar above pocket money at this stage. Long may it last, though that would be pure naivety, not so!? She is still enjoying the company of Jarred and Jacob and their clan. Clean-cut boys! They had better be, otherwise I will line them up and have Travis practise his tackling, or just let Des loose on them……..! You go Sherrie! Just slowly!
I trust you have been able to deduce that ALL is spiffing with us! We are still having fun. Des is starting to make some good dough, the car is running great, the bills are being paid, my job is chugging along and the kids are coping with the academic, sport and social aspects of their oh-so-complicated teen lives.
They are managing to keep a balance and Des and I are so proud of them.
An exiting prospect (A rugby story)
The week was dragging. Remember when you were little how long the week before xmas or your birthday took? Dragging!
I should not have been excited to the extent that life just would not pass me by, but I was. The first rugby game of the season. Travis’ first gallop with “the pill”
Anticipation! Fear! Dread! I mean, if it all went pear shaped, who was going to pick up my pieces, let alone the kids?
It had started out looking a little disconcerting, with Travis informing us he was probably to play at full back. Mmmm….. He has good hands, can catch and has a set of wheels? He knows nought of the tactics of the game, positional play, the job of the wingers to support and the offensive role of the number 15 jumper. Where can he “mark” a ball and when kick directly to touch. All these negatives were too much for the “seasoned-sideline-campaigner” and “pot-bellied-armchair-coach” I have become.
Figure my relief! The day I met the coach, I was able to broach the subject with him, mindful that kiwis have little respect for the manner in which South Africans approach the game. So coach, where are thinking of playing the boy? He in the manner of all serious coach types, dismissed my question with a blunt, “on the wing, with wheels like that he has to play on the wing!” “Great, coz I waz worried. He tell me he can like to play by ra fifteen. Nah! Dat are bedonnerd. Dat lighty nevva did play before, datsh why I waz wonnering it wont like be a prollem for him wiff all le tactics and stuff!? (My tongue are firmly in my cheek)
So with that settled, visions of “slap chips’esque” runs and Percy Montgomery tackles the work week drew to a close and Saturday morning rolled into town. I was up at sparrow, beating the dawn by at good hour. Des was up at 7, so we could be away at 8 to drop her in Waikanae for her 8.30 start. We left at 8 for the 10 minute trip, to make sure we located the nearest bus stop and check the departure times. All this was necessary as Travis’ first game was on the other side of Wellington, from Kapiti, so a long trip down there and his 11.30 kick off meant we not be able to collect his mom, who knocked off at 11.30.
The preparations were almost in place. All he now needed was the head-guard I had been eyeing at a local chain store and the black track pants he had omitted to inform of us earlier, was the preferred “uniform” for travel to the game. The chain store, did not have his size head-guard, but all footwear and clothing was 30% off for this weekend only. So picked up a pair of track pants and the overdue replacement tekkies for $26. A good deal and off we go to meat the team.
A contrast to note here! On my way from dropping Des, I was stood at a robot and noticed a rugby team alongside the road. 10 Year olds, I reckon, but the excitement was obvious. They were smiling and playing with rugby balls, scooting around with the exuberance and unbridled excitement of the young. Travis team, milling around almost sombre. Not much chatter and the coach meaning business. I learned later that the boys had decided, at a team meeting, that they did not just want to participate, but wanted to compete. The core of this team had won through grading to the top half of the competition and lost in the final last season.
By the look on the faces of these kids, they were pretty focussed and ready to go! Off we headed on the 50 km trip to Upper Hutt College. Arriving there in good time and earlier than the hour-before-the-game the coach had demanded.
The hour and half to kick off felt like a week and a half……………..
Travis is not in the starting line-up, as a precaution. He had hurt his wrist quite seriously at the skate park and had been nursing it through training the past two weeks, ensuring it was strapped and contact minimised. The coach wanted to run him, but was worried about playing so early after the injury and it still being so early in the season. I agreed, naturally, but at least give him a little run was what I was really thinking.
Thirty minutes into the first half, 3 tries to nil up. An injury to the outside centre. Left wing moves to outside centre and Travis gets his chance on the wing.
One missed tackle, raced up on his opposite number which made it easy for the fellow to slip the tackle. Oh No! He is doing it again, racing up to make the tackle, the winger slips to the side but Trav has a hold of his collar, gets really physical with the lad and wrestles him and the developing maul to the ground. Mothers nightmare stuff, the maul rumbling over the kid, bodies everywhere, studs glinting on the mid-morning watery sun (you get the picture).
“Trav, Trav, you can’t go diving in on the tackles like that. Line up the player, then put him away, with the shoulder!”
Half time! I stay away!
Travis stays on the park for the star of the second half. Ruck midway between the 25m and halfway line, 10m in from touch, opposition half of the field. Ball comes slowly, but possession is secure. I see Trav getting into a good position hard up against the touch line and starting to hit his straps, the scrummy spots what is on and pops the ball into Trav’s path. He gathers, the opposition defence reacts and the cover starts moving. Too late, he has easily blasted through the first tackle and runs out under the cover defence. Explosive! He is ankle tapped on the line, gathers himself without dotting down and runs away from the defenders for the second time, to dot down under the posts. A special try. A real wingers try. The Kapiti College parents are making comments like, “He been chasing Gazelles?” "Where you guys from?" Somebody has a made an impression! A big one!
His coach walks past and as he catches my eye, gives me a knowing look and a big smile, as if to say, I told you. With those wheels and ball skills, we just need to give him the ball and he will do the rest.
We got it right!
Suddenly Trav has grown in confidence, he makes a thumping, head on tackle on mid-field, driving the lad back. He makes a good tackle on a break-out, gets straight up and buries the opposite wing, on the opposite side of the field, in a smothering ball and man tackle, tasking play over the touch line.
He saves a ball from going out by jumping up and knocking it in field, catches the ball, sets off across field, offloads in the tackle and Kapiti score again.
A really good start, for him and his team! He cements the 11 Jersey on that performance and we hope he remains relatively injury free, given his approach to his sport, 110% commitment with little regard for his own well being!
We dash off after the game, so I can make my 2.30 kick-off in Levin. Travis gets a 15 minute run in the team as we are a couple of reserves short. Yep! He makes an impression, winning ball in the mid filed, taking on defenders and even having a left footed dig at goal from the edge of the box. He will now get a 20 or 30 minute run every week and there was talk he can just replace me!
We drew 2-2 with a really youthful and pretty useful Levin outfit to retain our unbeaten start to the season. Back to the club for a few Export Gold draughts and then home to parade our bruises and embellish our performances, well, only my performance..........…………….
Hopefully this week passes by, reallllly quickly!
I should not have been excited to the extent that life just would not pass me by, but I was. The first rugby game of the season. Travis’ first gallop with “the pill”
Anticipation! Fear! Dread! I mean, if it all went pear shaped, who was going to pick up my pieces, let alone the kids?
It had started out looking a little disconcerting, with Travis informing us he was probably to play at full back. Mmmm….. He has good hands, can catch and has a set of wheels? He knows nought of the tactics of the game, positional play, the job of the wingers to support and the offensive role of the number 15 jumper. Where can he “mark” a ball and when kick directly to touch. All these negatives were too much for the “seasoned-sideline-campaigner” and “pot-bellied-armchair-coach” I have become.
Figure my relief! The day I met the coach, I was able to broach the subject with him, mindful that kiwis have little respect for the manner in which South Africans approach the game. So coach, where are thinking of playing the boy? He in the manner of all serious coach types, dismissed my question with a blunt, “on the wing, with wheels like that he has to play on the wing!” “Great, coz I waz worried. He tell me he can like to play by ra fifteen. Nah! Dat are bedonnerd. Dat lighty nevva did play before, datsh why I waz wonnering it wont like be a prollem for him wiff all le tactics and stuff!? (My tongue are firmly in my cheek)
So with that settled, visions of “slap chips’esque” runs and Percy Montgomery tackles the work week drew to a close and Saturday morning rolled into town. I was up at sparrow, beating the dawn by at good hour. Des was up at 7, so we could be away at 8 to drop her in Waikanae for her 8.30 start. We left at 8 for the 10 minute trip, to make sure we located the nearest bus stop and check the departure times. All this was necessary as Travis’ first game was on the other side of Wellington, from Kapiti, so a long trip down there and his 11.30 kick off meant we not be able to collect his mom, who knocked off at 11.30.
The preparations were almost in place. All he now needed was the head-guard I had been eyeing at a local chain store and the black track pants he had omitted to inform of us earlier, was the preferred “uniform” for travel to the game. The chain store, did not have his size head-guard, but all footwear and clothing was 30% off for this weekend only. So picked up a pair of track pants and the overdue replacement tekkies for $26. A good deal and off we go to meat the team.
A contrast to note here! On my way from dropping Des, I was stood at a robot and noticed a rugby team alongside the road. 10 Year olds, I reckon, but the excitement was obvious. They were smiling and playing with rugby balls, scooting around with the exuberance and unbridled excitement of the young. Travis team, milling around almost sombre. Not much chatter and the coach meaning business. I learned later that the boys had decided, at a team meeting, that they did not just want to participate, but wanted to compete. The core of this team had won through grading to the top half of the competition and lost in the final last season.
By the look on the faces of these kids, they were pretty focussed and ready to go! Off we headed on the 50 km trip to Upper Hutt College. Arriving there in good time and earlier than the hour-before-the-game the coach had demanded.
The hour and half to kick off felt like a week and a half……………..
Travis is not in the starting line-up, as a precaution. He had hurt his wrist quite seriously at the skate park and had been nursing it through training the past two weeks, ensuring it was strapped and contact minimised. The coach wanted to run him, but was worried about playing so early after the injury and it still being so early in the season. I agreed, naturally, but at least give him a little run was what I was really thinking.
Thirty minutes into the first half, 3 tries to nil up. An injury to the outside centre. Left wing moves to outside centre and Travis gets his chance on the wing.
One missed tackle, raced up on his opposite number which made it easy for the fellow to slip the tackle. Oh No! He is doing it again, racing up to make the tackle, the winger slips to the side but Trav has a hold of his collar, gets really physical with the lad and wrestles him and the developing maul to the ground. Mothers nightmare stuff, the maul rumbling over the kid, bodies everywhere, studs glinting on the mid-morning watery sun (you get the picture).
“Trav, Trav, you can’t go diving in on the tackles like that. Line up the player, then put him away, with the shoulder!”
Half time! I stay away!
Travis stays on the park for the star of the second half. Ruck midway between the 25m and halfway line, 10m in from touch, opposition half of the field. Ball comes slowly, but possession is secure. I see Trav getting into a good position hard up against the touch line and starting to hit his straps, the scrummy spots what is on and pops the ball into Trav’s path. He gathers, the opposition defence reacts and the cover starts moving. Too late, he has easily blasted through the first tackle and runs out under the cover defence. Explosive! He is ankle tapped on the line, gathers himself without dotting down and runs away from the defenders for the second time, to dot down under the posts. A special try. A real wingers try. The Kapiti College parents are making comments like, “He been chasing Gazelles?” "Where you guys from?" Somebody has a made an impression! A big one!
His coach walks past and as he catches my eye, gives me a knowing look and a big smile, as if to say, I told you. With those wheels and ball skills, we just need to give him the ball and he will do the rest.
We got it right!
Suddenly Trav has grown in confidence, he makes a thumping, head on tackle on mid-field, driving the lad back. He makes a good tackle on a break-out, gets straight up and buries the opposite wing, on the opposite side of the field, in a smothering ball and man tackle, tasking play over the touch line.
He saves a ball from going out by jumping up and knocking it in field, catches the ball, sets off across field, offloads in the tackle and Kapiti score again.
A really good start, for him and his team! He cements the 11 Jersey on that performance and we hope he remains relatively injury free, given his approach to his sport, 110% commitment with little regard for his own well being!
We dash off after the game, so I can make my 2.30 kick-off in Levin. Travis gets a 15 minute run in the team as we are a couple of reserves short. Yep! He makes an impression, winning ball in the mid filed, taking on defenders and even having a left footed dig at goal from the edge of the box. He will now get a 20 or 30 minute run every week and there was talk he can just replace me!
We drew 2-2 with a really youthful and pretty useful Levin outfit to retain our unbeaten start to the season. Back to the club for a few Export Gold draughts and then home to parade our bruises and embellish our performances, well, only my performance..........…………….
Hopefully this week passes by, reallllly quickly!
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