We went, we played, we……. came home again!
The valiant team set off early on Saturday morning and travelled abroad to the country known as “Sarf Lund'n” to take on the footballing might of the assembled hoards. The locals appeared to be friendly enough, but even our laconic ref seemed to speak with a noticeably different London accent. It was grey when we got there and it got greyer.... until it poured with rain. Still the rain seemed to suit the Tyrer’s Terriers - that’s when we got our best result! We collected no trophies - unless, of course, you count various sprains, scrapes and bruises that were sustained.
We did our best and, in all the circumstances, that was pretty good.
Many thanks to Martin D for his unfailing enthusiasm in the face of a dwindling squad, to the supporters club (Jen, Stella, Kerry, Inga and Cynthia - some more vocal than others) for their unshakable faith in the team and to our guest players Lee, Paul and (especially) David F and Robbie.
Come on you Terriers. Just wait ‘til next year.
PS. It is rumoured that key moments were captured on film and video!