Terry's musings on the games

City travelled to Notts looking for a good last tournament of the summer, however, some quality opposition soon brought some reality to the proceedings.

Only Rob with a well taken turn could trouble Notts' Premiership National League team and they duly hammered us 13-1. After that, the deficit was reduced to just 8-0 against the misnamed Norfolk & Chance, a game which City never looked to have the appetite for.

Better was to come (when some of the team had woken up!) against the British Students team where both Rob and Midge netted against 6. The performance was a great deal better, with City finally moving the ball with some confidence.

After seeing the afternoon group fixtures, City perked up a bit, with opposition more in our league. Exactly our league as it would happen as we started the afternoon against Bristol. Some good passing and some great attacking play was all present, however, the goals were not. Bristol netted their chances well to run out 4-2 winners.

City finally managed a lone win next against stingers, Rob C and Midge again on target in a 2-1 result. City by now were playing some very good stuff, one end especially creating numerous chances, but it wasn't to be a day for high scores, as the baskets defeated us again and again.

Last up were Leeds, and another game we should have done better in. Dave and Terry finally managed to get on the scoresheet, and Michelle grabbed another, but we still couldn't finish as many chances as Leeds, and we lost 6-4.

A good day all in all, however, it did serve as a very clear example of the standards City must reach to compete at this kind of level.

Lastly, a very very big hug to the lovely Cat Mills who played for us all day! All round top lass!

Scraps rummaged up from Taff's pickled memory

At least once the ball-chucking around was over with we could finally get round to doing something we're halfway decent at, namely drinking and falling over. After a couple of rounds of Dutch courage, the team transformed into a punk girl, a Beastie Boy, Crockett from Miami Vice (unfortunately without the Lambo!) and three flowery-shirted 70's types. Bushman and Tony from Exeter joined us hiding under their wigs, and Big Stu completed the drinking game line-up. Can't remember much more after this obviously, but I do recall Stu's tidal wave of incomprehensible rules being brought to a shattering halt that left us all a quid lighter. My pictures indicate that we then recruited Will and Cat for a few rounds of table footy, before a quick boogie and a stagger back to the tents.

"But I always dress like this...?"

That Certifiable Loon Bushman	The Snakebite and Black having an instant effect on Cat
Stu + Glass: Bad combination	Finally, a game we can play well

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