The 4th placed team in the league beats 3rd in the 8th level of English domestic hockey!...
"...cumbersome Wapping defenders who were too slow to get ball..."
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Munster vs the All Blacks
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And now you can add another result to the pantheon of great sporting upsets - at the 8th level of domestic hockey competition in England, the 4th placed team in the league beats 3rd in an East region Div4SE match. Read on for more details of this incredible result.
Saturday 27th Feb saw the Wapping 6th Team take on the Chelmsford 3rd XI. Wapping, struggling with just 1 loss in their previous 10 matches, were clearly the underdogs against a Chelmsford team boasting an imperious form book that had seen them pick up 1 point in February.
However sometimes you have to forget the past and simply play the team in front of you, and it was Wapping who struck first with a well taken goal on the break. A second and third followed in similar fashion, and all of a sudden Wapping led 3-0. With dreams apparently coming true, the morbidly obese Wapping defensive line could be seen collectively looking skywards for food to fall from the clouds.
However, they say that hubris can lead to nemesis, and so it was that a centre back chose to test the opposition with a gift from a Wapping 16, making it 3-1 at half time.
Needless to say the team was gobsmacked at during the team talk - never had they envisioned a scenario where they would be in a position to actually win a game, let alone this one. With the captain almost speechless an impromptu rendition of Kumbaya My Lord began, using up the majority of the remaining break.
Did Wapping score next? Did Chelmsford? I'm not sure anyone will remember in the years to come when they retell this story to their grandchildren. But when Chelmsford pulled it back from 4-2 to 4-3, it set up the kind of climactic finish you usually have to pay serious money for in Bangkok to experience. Forwards getting behind the ball. Midfielders burning up the last of their batteries. Colossal defenders literally rolling on and off the pitch in substitution. And the goalkeeper standing tall [sic] and solid.
At last however the whistle went for the end of the game, and Wapping could finally fill the air with their cheers and tears. "The Miracle of John Orwell" was complete.