The South London Correspondent reports from Ealing:
I dragged Rocky from his genteel Wimbledon BBQ to the poorly lit, but well used Gurnell Pool at Ealing for a Sunday evening Polofest. Why can't they turn the lights up in that place? It's a nice facility, deep water and plenty of seating for Rocky and I to select a good vantage point.
I barely recognised the teams, both blunted by the lack of their respective cutting edges. The goalkeepers managed a hundred years between them and the average age might well have been nearer the forties than the thirties. I came over all nostalgic at one point. Rocky, being more of a polo purist, turned up his nose and slept through most of the game.
It all became rather dreary and the opposition scored two more goals than did Avondale.