08/08/2026
Not the game we were expecting to play.
Unfortunately, somewhere along the way the taste of gold got to us and the beast of winning took hold. We lost the fun for a while and became the players we never wanted to be.
But we fought hard to bring it back. With the help of our epic supporters, we found as much light in the darkness as we could muster and reminded ourselves what Ngāmotu is actually about.
Seriously. Fun. Hockey.
It just wasn’t our time.
One season in, maybe we shouldn’t expect to waltz straight in and take gold. These things take time, and we certainly learned a few hars lessons along the way. Like 5 metres does, in fact, mean 5 metres, sliding into another player is rather uncouth, and sometimes wanting the win too badly makes you forget why you play.
We lost our way a little, and for that we apologise. But we fought hard to the end and tip our hats to Te Kiri for a battle worthy of a Grand Final.
Man of the Mountain went to our ever-present goalie, Dayl. A near-impenetrable wall who finishes the season with a 75% success rate on strokes and more epic saves than we could count. Let’s call it an even 100... ish.
And we couldn’t finish the season without one final Spud.
Management had to intervene and award this one to the coach herself, enthusiastically cheering on a player making an epic run...
“I’M STANDING RIGHT HERE, COACH.”
Turns out she was cheering for someone who wasn’t even on the turf.
Imposter syndrome: Coach Edition.
Not the ending we pictured, but SILVER is still pretty bloody cool.
First season.
The misfits who shouldn’t work on paper.
Ngāmotu’s first ever men’s team, first ever win, and now our first Grand Final silver.
Besides... I’m allergic to gold anyway.
That’s a wrap on the Summits’ first season.
From here, we look to 2027.
Ngāmotu keeps growing.
The mountain keeps rising.
And these misfits definitely aren’t finished yet.