Shower drowns victory hopes

Played at Victoria Park

By Philip Barrass

"6.30 and only Rafe and Andy H here, Steve H on the way, no Fred A, no Fred B, no kit"
So read Castle T's message.

Astonishingly, this swelled to 9 at 7pm, by which time little Jake Sharland had so demoralised the Ranwellians that, at the first drop of rain, they ran well into the trees, and thence to a public house.

We were, in truth, of the same mind, and some of us sat in a (different) public house as the evening sun gleamed and swallows swooped, as they do.

My hearty apologies to those who tried to contact me, and hearty thanks to those who made us into a potentially potent force.

Thanks also the Ranwellians who turned up with a very-close-to-full complement.