It was the last weekend of October and the weather gods didn’t shine down, they freaking blew the Autumn out of ten window. As the cricket World Cup is practically being washed out by rain down under, the English hockey league was being played out in conditions better suited to Del Boy and the costa del Sol, Costa coffee Bromley more like, but hey. We were all raring to go, having peeled Sarah W off the Railway Pub floor, 3 weeks late and Emma having washed back a strawberry frijj to tonic last nights pyjama party, we were off and it don’t take long to set the cat amongst the pigeons.

Some superb play through the middle of the park cut the opposition open like Sally with an M&S Colin the Caterpillar, some outstanding passes left the ball flying across goal like a tracer bullet with sadly no interception. The forward line would have a number of chances to latch onto these final 3rd injections. Some short corners came and went with a Huxley special, 2 scoops and a flake, and some left slip deflecco’s just avoiding Lotta and Rachel as Stan and Ella looked to locate their cross running pals.

That would be the story of the afternoon, a whole lot of huff but not a great deal of puff! To the neutral it was possibly a little hard to work out how BEHC hadn’t scored, fact of the matter was we just couldn’t find a way.

Burnt Ash took their chances and continued to attack down the flanks finding players high on the wings. It made for hard work in the defensive and despite determined tackles, the opposition pressed high.

And as it so often happens in these games, the longer it stayed 0-0, the more enthused the opposition get and with 4 minutes left, Burnt Ash found a way past the defence, a gutting finish to a stunning afternoon at the meadow that was more like a mid July summer league game.

Global warming? Global warning, we will be back next week!

Up the reds!

MOTM: Jilly and Ella for some great defensive work and through balls
DOTD: Wanni for her green card