1st XI v Bradfield
On: Friday 29 September
Venue: Bradfield
Score: Lost 0 - 5
Ah well. Bradfield were better. After a long week where a magnificent ISFA Cup win provided the sandwich meat to two 0 - 5 defeats, we all, like that smooth as silk crooner Michael Buble, just want to go home. Home where the heart is, to plumped up cushions; to the mother-in-law's cooking; to long hours of Netflix and maybe the prospect of a lie-in. 'Til seven thirty! It's hard to be positive in a defeat of such magnitude, but there were long spells where we played with discipline and verve, which were absent last weekend. We kept at it and that does us credit. Bradfield were good enough to pick us off when we made the odd strategic error and fully deserved their win. That's how it's goes. Sometimes you don't get the girl. As Geordie legend Mark Knopfler philosophised, 'sometimes you're the Louisville slugger baby. Sometimes you're the ball'. Hands, chins, spirits and dander up. Let's go again.
And so we lick our wounds. We'll dust rather than dress ourselves down. We'll move on, like all those teenage couples starting university in different towns. Such a shame. So let's park the bus at Charterhouse, having failed to park the bus at Bradfield. It's so quiet here. Leave Weekend started six hours ago for the rest of the School. All the lights are off, rather like that Sun front page on the day of the 1992 election. Everyone's gone home. Time for some rest. Let sleep rather than introspection be our nighttime companion. And then tomorrow let's really take advantage of our Saturday off. Or alternatively let's see what jobs there are to do and maybe pay a trip to Homebase to fix that leaking shower seal. Ah the drudgery of real life...