The finals were great ! I was unsure as
to what the night would turn out like, as the whole season
seemed to be beset with hiccups; with gear breakages, venue
closure and flat balls. The latter of course just needed a
bit of puff from someone other than me ....... I had run out
of it after screaming, swearing and generally wanting to
drown a couple of the more spirited members of the polo
group.
Well the balls did get pumped up, the goals held, Water Polo
gave up their Sunday night deep-end slot so we could play
and heaps of supporters arrived to cheer for the six teams
in the C, B, and A grade final matches.And they were terrific -
C grades No Flys on Us ( my choice of name I`m afraid,
inspired by another entry calling themselves Maggot`s Mob)
and Bro Wave fronted for their final match; the former had
been unbeated throughout the season and was the team picked
to win. I had watched Bro Wave steadily improve over the
season so expected that the match would not be such a
walkover. And it was`nt - the young team from
the surf club, all I think under fifteen years, played
superbly.
( I was told soome of the parents had promised a treat /
reward if they won, not dreaming they could pull it off.)
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| Is
this a C grade Pic ?? : ) |
| Both outstanding individual
effort and excellent teamwork saw Bro Wave succeed with a
well earned win.
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| B grade; yet another surf club team,
this time the older teenagers Liquid Thunder, played off
against the reigning champions Electric Sausage Dogs ( what
does this name signify ? ). |
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| A
Sausage Dog in Action |
Liquid
Thunderball |
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Again a good match and at one stage I thought there would be
an upset, but no. The Dogs got a grip and took control to
win the match |
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A grade; after playing against and
watching these teams all season I knew this would be a good
match. Mabey a little fiesty, but all in all, in control
....... So with a lot of anticipation and some
trepidation I took an onside interest in the course of
events with a whistle in my hand, my heart pounding, with
Adam Norrie cool and collected on the other side of the pool
to referee. The Game was between The Bay, a very strong
varsity team and Old Bastards.
Old bastards - what delusions of grandeur. Okay these guys
are past puberty, but nowhere near the male menopause,
unless of course that occurs at the age of thirty. Where do
I place if they`re old ?
The fossils were picked to win, but in the first quarter The
Bay scored first, quickly followed by an equalizer. Each
team matched goal for goal for a while and it was only in
the latter part of the game that the Old Bastards finally
got their act together to win by a small margin. |
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| An
Old Bastard Keeps the ball in play |
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| Why haven`t I mentioned the scores ?
Of course I can`t find the scoresheet. Obvious really
it`s somewhere and for those who know Dave and my
lifestyle will know that someday in our topsy turvey house
it will surface but I just can`t lay my hands on it right
now. |
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Presentation night saw more people
than I had catered for. Wonderful turn out, but the waiters
/ waitresses began to ask me to distribute the food as
apparently there was a distinct likeness to seagulls at the
beach - conjures up memories of Hitchcock`s film
Birds. R&R once again generously supplied
us with spot prizes which much to my disgust I was not a
recipient of !
Thanks for a memorable season - Robyn Hutchinson
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