This morning’s ticket to ride took Blues’ magical mystery tour to Hampshire for a she loves me, loves me not St Valentines showdown with Frimley Green Dolphins.

Let is be said if ever there was a game where Blues deserved three points that game was this. That we came away with nothing, save our pride, is a day in the life all footballers must sometimes expect and learn to accept.

English is a language so rich in superlatives; however, even the most experienced paperback writer would be troubled finding words worthy of Blues’ performance this day. Such was their passion and desire the game was played at a helter-skelter pace throughout sixty drama filled minutes, the girls running here, there – everywhere. Such was their skill and ingenuity, their flare and sublime movement, if the taxman had been watching he’d have raised revenue by classifying Blues as a luxury item.

Even after conceding a breakaway goal Blues effort did not diminish. The quick interchanges between Sophie, Victoria, Alice, Beth, Georgia, Niamh and Tayla positively ran ringos round the opposition. Let’s not forget goal keeper Jemima, whose great kicking cleared the danger zone, thereby allowing us to focus play in areas of our choosing. Even at two nil down Blues still looked comfortable and in control, so much so we day trippers on the line thought we’d all soon be jiving to good day sunshine.

Sophie, our red booted lady, mad on herself for seeing a powerful shot whistle wide, had an air of determination that would help her get back to cover every inch of the pitch. Tom, her proud dad, commented, ‘I’m glad I’m a young man. I don’t know if I’d be able to cope with so much excitement when I’m sixty-four!’

With the slope in our favour, the final twenty-five minutes saw Blues come together in a continuous surge forward. Blues forced corner after corner, saw shot after shot saved by Frimley’s green-jerseyed keeper, who stood tall, like an alpine spruce and, as such, proved to be this day as impenetrable as a dense, Norwegian wood. Blues could have been battering down the door for eight days a week, yet still not found a way past her. We salute you, brave guardian of the sticks for a remarkable display.

Never have I seen such athleticism and hard endeavour. I am sure there will be many a swollen joint and aching limb, but a hard day’s night is a price worth paying for a game well played, so please, please me, and all your mums and dads by turning in splendid performances like this every week.

However, yesterday is now history. We must look to the future as there will be many a long and winding road to travel before this season’s over. There are still eleven games with thirty-three points up for grabs. Is the Blues’ revolution still well and truly on song? Hey Jude better believe it!

Jemima, Georgia, Niamh, Sophie, Victoria, Alice, Beth    Tayla

TWJ