Holcombe w (8-1) BEHC 1

In a meteorological mashup that left hockey fans questioning their weather app's sanity, Blackheath and Holcombe took to the field, armed with sticks, determination, and a questionable understanding of what constitutes playable weather.

As hailstones and rain descended upon the pitch, it became abundantly clear that the hockey gods had a peculiar sense of humor, particularly favoring Holcombe's goal-scoring escapades. Blackheath's net, normally a fortress, could not escape Holcombe’s pace and skills on ball. Blackheath, the visitors went, 4 goals down in the first half.

In a referee move that was both diplomatic and reminiscent of a comedian not wanting to ruin the punchline, no cards disrupted the waterlogged ballet.

The match unfolded at a pace that would make a cheetah envious, players skimming over the field with the grace of synchronized swimmers who accidentally took a wrong turn. And speaking of graceful maneuvers, Blackheath's centre back emerged as the 'Women of the Match,' skillfully keeping the elusive 'silver fox' at bay and distributing balls from the back with precision and safety into the opposing half. A defensive performance so outstanding, even the fox was left contemplating retirement.

Amidst the tempest, Blackheath managed to conjure a lone goal in the second half, an achievement akin to finding a dry spot in a rain-soaked desert. A triumph celebrated with a roar that echoed louder than the collective sighs of drenched supporters. Alas, the away team were not good enough to hold back Holcombe’s offence with another 4 goals in the second half.

The final whistle blew. 8-1 to Holcombe.

Post-match, amidst the rain-soaked celebrations, the teams swapped sticks for forks as they indulged in a cake extravaganza. The occasion? Grace's birthday, a sweet end to a watery hockey escapade, proving that even in the midst of rain, goals, and the occasional silver fox, there's always room for a slice of birthday bliss.