it was a brilliant clear spring morning with a light breeze coming in off the lake.
we descended there to the stadium by the lake to do battle in pantomime with colours and studded boots on show.
and did we show.
to the crowd of twenty we ran and passed and shot and scored and came away winners 7-2.
the promise of a season of victory hung in the clear spring air as we greeted the final whistle.
and my ham-strings remained intact, thanks to my resistance to opening up fully to the urge to go flat out past the defenders.....though my ego suffered a thousand deaths each time.
and so the wait is over, the long winter without my game has passed, and the battle is once again joined.