about Grand Masters
No-one has ever asked me before about the team’s ‘ethos’. We just try to do our best and we aim to enjoy ourselves whether we win or not.
There’s Welsh John in goal, though he thinks of himself as an outfielder. Then there’s Dirty Dave at sweeper; at 72, you’d think he would have learnt by now, but no. In Raki at right back, we have a player who (still) takes the game seriously. On the left, if it’s ever possible to imagine that, is Charles. At 75, Richard Chapman is still dexterous. Big Phil the vicar and Marc, the Silver Pimpernel, threaten their return from injury at some point. Meanwhile, President Sykes is going the other way and will be hors de combat from end October until 2026. Richard J, a club trustee, is the GMs’ third Dick. Sick Nick is another stalwart, a throwback to the 1980s in every way, and only a whistle away from his next yellow card. Thank goodness for Mike and James, the only old terriers who can still run. Bald Pete scores, occasionally. Patrick, too. Oh, and there’s Andy B, our star player, replete with leg braces. Never one to miss a party, Oz regularly fills our line-up. All this, with Fletch on whistles. What a joy and a privilege it is to be still playing with these guys….