If you think playing in a hockey match is tough, try being me—the ball—during Blackheath’s clash with Tunbridge Wells. Tossed, struck, and soaked by Storm Bert’s relentless rain, I witnessed every moment of this thrilling 2-1 victory.

It all started with Orla. What a player. She picked me up on the right wing, darting past defenders with precision and pace. As soon as she reached the D, I knew what was coming. Her strike was flawless—she sent me hurtling low and hard into the bottom left corner. I could practically hear the cheers vibrating through the net.

Tunbridge Wells didn’t have much of the play, but they made their moment count. Against the run of play, I found myself rolling past Blackheath’s defense and into their goal—an equalizer that caught everyone off guard.

Then came the highlight of the game. Marianna placed me down for a free hit, caught the opposition napping, and passed me to Robyn. A perfectly timed through ball sent me speeding toward Laura. She faced the keeper with calm authority and lifted me neatly into the bottom right corner.

Post-match, I was drenched but delighted to see Blackheath celebrating their hard-fought win—and climbing the league table.