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Hawks Ladies v Cullompton Rangers at Fort Blockhouse. With minutes to kick-off, just after the teams went back inside for their final team talks, one of the Cullompton coaches came over to me, pointed at a football placed in the middle of the pitch, and said in a broad West Country accent "See where that ball is? There's a massive dog turd there. Have you got a shovel?" I passed on the message to the officials and Trev when they appeared soon after. There wasn't a shovel handy so Trev got volunteered to clear it with the aid of a carrier bag (Chris and Val shouted after him to turn the bag inside out over his hand). When he returned to the touchline one of the subs said to him "I hope you're not doing the sandwiches."

Cullompton were a well-organised side and matched us all the way - it's surprising that they're not doing better in the league. Laura netted from a corner in the 19th minute but the girls couldn't find a way past the Cullompton defence to add a second, and the visitors scored a penalty on 79 minutes to earn a deserved point.

In the dying minutes Chris said this was two points we could ill afford to drop. I agreed, and added that I didn't think we'd win the title (softly, since voicing those sentiments to the girls makes you about as popular as footrot). Ah well, c'est le sport.