Nameless

Michelmersh and Timsbury drive south down the M27 to face Burridge this Saturday afternoon. No doubt dressed in their familiar gold and black halved jerseys, that conjure up images – in my mind at least – of that bygone era of Royal Engineers and Old Etonians. M&T are no mugs though. Yes, they may be struggling a bit, but they don’t get trounced. Freemantle did them four-zip back in October, but that, as many of us can testify to is no disgrace. It was one each last time on a heavy pitch. It'll be heavy again on Saturday, last week's game with Freemantle saw to that. Not that you'd tell from the picture above, no it's not centre court it's Burridge. Our very own private pitch and oddly no name for it.

I mean think about it, I know alot of players moan about the state of it come November time, some even leave to be substitutes at rival clubs, but it's our very own private pitch and nothing. Have another look at the picture and think back to all those memories. Kristian Hewitt shuffling past four Netley defenders on his way to a Weah-esque goal, brown envelopes found in Dave Hopkins' locker after throwing in his net in the ninetieth against Malvern, or Justin Newman blowing out his backside on any given Saturday. This vast kaleidoscope of memories and no name for the place where so many of them happen. I've finished my cheese sandwich, still can't think of one, any ideas?