3 opponents faced. 3 losses. Needless to say, morale was beginning to dip in the Durty camp but the season showed no sign of relenting as our next clash pitted us against the crappily named but 2nd placed GUT Kick. The squad was agitated in the week building up to our next game-Bycroft wouldn't emerge from the steam room, Ian Robinson had made his move to Canada permanent, and Janek was devouring broccoli at an alarming rate. Something had to be done to steady the (rapidly sinking) ship, and that's how I found myself (very reluctantly) joining Bycroft in his palace of warmth and vapour on the Monday afternoon before the game for a crisis meeting. I cannot and will never reveal what happened during the 30 minutes we spent together in that room, but it provided an extremely cathartic experience as well as providing loose muscles and clean pores, and we emerged raring to go. In true Durty fashion, however, circumstances moved against us before the game had even began. We could on...
An insider's perspective of a fledgling 5-a-side team.