Match: Knutsford 3 Away to Alderley Edge
Date: 10th March 2011
The 3rd team arrived at Alderley hoping to confirm their status
as promotion favourites and enjoy some yummy scrum!
Our cause was helped by only 4 opposition players turning out,
which meant we were 1-0 up and John Ward hadn't even broken
sweat. He decided against waiting for the food but consoled
himself with an at length discussion of planning issues in Pickmere
with the ravenous Hindley before heading home.
So, on to the matches. Hindley on at 3 against the
athletic Mark Stevin. The first set was tight with the
scoring going backwards and forwards. The flow wasn't aided
by some strict and officious reffing from Alderley's No.1 Rob, who
from now on shall be referred to as Victor Meldrew (he's a dead
ringer too!). Once Tony had got the measure of his opponent and the
rumbling in his tummy, the match turned into a routine 3-0 victory
for Thursday night's Mr Consistent. Well played.
On strode Neil R at 4 against a young filly called Lisa.
Despite several failed attempts at flirting and inquiries as to
where she was headed at the weekend, Neil got his gead back on the
match to close out 3-0 but without a phone number. Can't
blame a man for trying!!
With the match in the bag it was Steve O'Hare's turn to at
string 2 to face another one of Alderley's maidens. The pre
match banter had his opponent weak at the knees and fluttering eye
lashes, so Steve sped into a 2-0 lead. The 3rd set was
somewhat closer at 10-8 but Steve was only following the orders of
the Captain of the night (Hindley) to keep her on court a bit more
as he was enjoying the view. 3-0 and finished with a kiss
(what a gent!!)
Last match and the headline act at No.1 was Dave Smith against
Victor. Dave combined his usual power game with some drop
shots that were more akin to lobs. His opponent was a wily
old fox with some deft drops. Our man was 2-0 down and hadn't
taken advantage of his obvious physical prowess against his
septaganarian opponent. We settled in for a five set thriller
but at 5-2 up in the third Victor shrieked "I don't believe it!" as
a sniper on the grassy knoll fired and a muscle in Victor's leg
went. He couldn't carry on and conceded to a frustrated
Smith. Don't worry Dave, the scoreboard shows you chalked up
A few beers and a delicious lasagne followed. Good night