Blackheath welcomed Folkestone 1s to home turf this weekend, and from the first whistle it was clear the visitors had arrived with one mission: score goals, lots of them, and ideally leave at least one Blackheath defender wondering if they’d accidentally wandered into a training drill for the GB squad.

Folkestone were sharp, organised, and annoyingly good at finding the one player we forgot to mark on the post. They used that tactic six times—because if it works once, why not keep going until someone stops you. The remaining three goals came from shorts or open play, just to show they had range. Honestly, they looked every bit like a team ready to bounce straight back up to the league above.

But let’s talk about the moment that truly mattered: Alex’s goal.
A thing of beauty. A spiritual experience. The kind of goal that makes you briefly forget the scoreline and consider writing poetry.

She pinched the ball off a Folkestone player like she was collecting lost property, glided past two more with the confidence of someone who absolutely knew she was about to do something iconic, and then unleashed a hit so clean it could’ve been used in a coaching video. Straight past the keeper. No hesitation. No drama. Just pure, unfiltered excellence. Player of the match? Obviously. Frankly, she should get a commemorative plaque.

Elsewhere on the pitch, Blackheath had some genuinely great passages of play—moments where you could see the structure, the intent, the teamwork… just not, unfortunately, the finishing touches needed to add more numbers to the scoreboard. But the effort was there, the energy was there, and the vibes were immaculate.

Speaking of vibes, Wanni earned herself DOD in spectacular fashion. She lowered a flick directly into her own nose. The bruise is impressive. The commitment to slapstick comedy even more so.

Final score: 9–1 to Folkestone.
Final mood: surprisingly upbeat.
Final takeaway: sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, and sometimes you get hit in the face by your own stick—but at least Alex scored a worldie.