Matt Dixon reports on our last game of the season
The sun was out as Augusta as Rory McIlroy strode to the first tee to being his final round and hopefully cement his place in golfing history. He watched as Patrick Reed, the second least popular man on the whole professional tour, hit his tee shot in to the trees. He took in a deep breath, trying not to smile. Victory was all but assured, today was his day. The announcer called out his name, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose as the crowd responded, cheering loudly. He teed his ball and looked down the fairway, watching the wind just moving the tips of the trees. Setting himself, he took the club head away from the ball in the same way that he had done tens of thousands of times in his short career and then brought it down towards the ball. The crowd looked down the fairway in expectation as McIlroy promptly smashed the ball straight right, miles off line and just about keeping the ball in bounds. It turned out it wasn’t going to be his day after all.
In some ways, it was reassuring to see that fellow elite athletes have the odd off day, and also proved to be a neat analogy for London Edwardians’ trip down to Oxted in the final game of the season. Despite having won the league, and with an opportunity to conclude on a high, we collectively decided to deliver the worst fifteen minutes of the season and put ourselves out of the match before we even really got going. 4-0 was always going to be difficult to come back from, especially with Joe Cooper up front, and so it proved. Despite controlling large phases of the game, we only pulled two goals back through Seb Jennings and Rev, and Oxted did well to close out the game and hold it at 4-2.
And so a successful season came to an end in the sunshine at Oxted, with the team looking ahead to a new challenge next season in Hampshire/Surrey 1, and hopefully we play more like the later period of the game than the first fifteen minutes. Fore Right!