Rather than using any fireworks analogies for the Mens’s 5s game (I’m not sure fireworks & Men’s 5s have ever been used in the same sentence!) I will compare our performance to the bonfire.

Last year we narrowly missed out on promotion, ending on the same points as those who were promoted, but luckily having a slightly worse goal difference. Thank goodness for that, for after seven games we are still searching for our first point.

13.5 men on the team sheet turned into 11 men waiting keenly for the main man to arrive whilst the team mascot ran into a tree. El capitano arrived and swiftly left to lock his shed or something. Ollie for no apparent reason had donned himself in Freya’s leggings and was raring to go.

This was the week that Berkhamsted Hockey Club decided to launch the latest in its range of Goodwyns, with the newer W & T class versions going well, and the ever reliable K class, the E class was starting to suffer a bit, it had always been a bit noisy & temperamental, but was now not starting & was liable to regular breakdowns, so it was time for the C class.

For some of us, Halton has been a haunting place recently. We have been shipping more than Folkestone on a busy weekday (pre-Brexit at least).  So when better than the Halloween fixture to play hockey, mix some metaphors and banish the ghosts of past pummellings.