| Away Report: | The courts were hot, stuffy and humid, one of the lights was permanently flickering, our no 1 had jumped ship, the car park was packed (Leyton Orient visiting Bromley FC next door), the Perseid shower was thinning…. but, hey, no excuses. We went down 0-5 again. Craig (bound foot from incipiently gangrenous blisters) bravely took on Nick (ageless grandfather) Wise and got to 1-1 but Nick’s accuracy with boasts and better length paid off handsomely. Garth (recovering from various pulled muscles) had a great tussle with Mark and could easily have grabbed a couple of games but Mark, both fit and very savvy these days, won in straight games. Garth is steadily returning to form though. Nigel (called in at short notice so arrived breathless and exhausted) enjoyed his match (he always does, but this was his first experience with a woman he explained later) with Karen who, after an initial wobble, got into her stride and won in three. Meanwhile Darius played a magnificent first game with Darren then (cares and woes of impending exam results, multiple girlfriends and hard life choices – sleep-overs, concerts, foreign travel or just hanging out with mates – on his shoulders) just went to pieces and the next three games lacked commitment on his part. Finally, and great fun to watch, Tim (calf muscle tightly bound to stop rhabdomyolysis, or to use the technical term, falling-to-bits) took on Andy. Tim seemed to be in the ascendancy at 1-1 and with more reserve (of energy, not muscle fibres) but Andy, a bit slower but still a master tactician on court, won through easily towards the end.
So, as I say, no excuses. It was a fair victory, except for the dire marking by the home team (only joking!). The food was great as usual, for which many thanks. |
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