This is the most important game of the season, well at least it will be until the next one. It’s an absolutely must win game.
But with so many casualties, so many first teamers taken out by a base, and ignoble foe, it will not be an easy task.
Things in the Lowton household are, to say the least, a little fraught. Emotions, as they say are running high. Boudica has commanded that our demeanour should be like that of the plucky garrison at Rorke’s Drift, proud and determined, although heavily outnumbered, but ready to fight to the last to defeat the onrushing impi.
Defeat is not a word to be found in Boudica’s lexicon, (well that and several other words since that unfortunate incident with the curate, the OED and the gravy boat) and she will not countenance any talk of anything other than glorious victory.
When I had the temerity to suggest that, given the circumstances, and our depleted squad, a draw wouldn’t be a half bad result, she gave me one of those looks, like a death ray or something out of a flame-thrower.
King Solomon, apparantly said, “Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good Thing”; evidently King Solomon was unacquainted with Boudica.
Wearily I returned to my station in the cattle kraal, fixed bayonets, and took refuge in port.
Anyway…
This game has all the makings of a potential banana skin! :rolleyes: (well someone had to say it)
I’ll take a scrappy 1-0 win to us. 
