23/05/2026
As the season now departs, a few words to quieten our hearts…..
Last Whistle
The cones are packed, the nets rolled tight,
The pitch falls quiet, stripped of noise —
Another season’s final night,
Another crop of girls and boys.
We chased the ball through wind and rain,
Through muddy boots and early starts,
And though the league won’t crown our name,
We leave with full and certain hearts.
The drills, the shapes, the teamwork built,
The shy kid who found their voice —
These are the trophies fields have filled
Long before trophies grant a choice.
So rest now, all. The season’s done.
The club will lock its gates till May.
But what we built can’t be undone —
We’ll meet the autumn, come what way.
