The watersides arrived and were firing on all cylinders, but some were firing from both ends.Before the game even began, there were warning sighs especially not to use the furthest toilet after Ester had been working on her power to weight ratio. The toilet was code brown.
Cherry was surprisingly nearly awake, and Gaynor had only realised it was white kit at Basingstoke, as no Friday night text was sent by El Capitan! #ohthehorror

Once warmed up and on the pitch the watersiders fought valiantly before an unfortunate and sneaky own goal. It was a slow and steady start and we only woke up fully just before half time.To be fair we did face an onslaught, and only let in three goals by half time. 

As the second half commenced, and after agreeing to keep it simple and a lot of jelly baby consumption, the team set up ready for battle. It soon came, again, and again, and again. We had moments of genius and brilliant play – and even managed to get the ball in their D….Once.

The epic eleven, finished the game feeling battered and bruised. It’s been years since we have let in that many goals. However overall we dug deep and worked as a team even with people out of position. We fought bravely and commiserated by leaving immediately without teas…sulking. 

POM went to Tina who saved some amazing goals – without whom the watersiders would have lost by many more. Second place went to Esther for helping to keep the team spirits up. She may not have left it all on the pitch – but she certainly used some of her best skills in the toilet. 

Caio 
Tina, Coolio and Abs