MISSED CHANCES PROVE COSTLY

Thursday 25th June 2026

Leyland & District League Div-1: Penwortham Sports 'A' (196) 10-2 Eagle Blues (154)

v DANIEL IDDON L 19-21

Up against young Danny again, but this time on his own patch, I was ticking over nicely and keeping hold of the advantage of a good start in what turned out to be a good game and tightly contested. 

Despite temperatures still in to the eighties early evening and after a week of fierce heat, Penwortham's lush surface was still green and running nicely rather than absolutely screaming. I've always liked this green and whilst I'm fairly at ease on it these days, I still need a few more visits to iron out some marks that catch me out. Danny 

picked out these weaknesses to nudge ahead just when it mattered, but I was disappointed not to have taken my chances to lead out well and keep my nose in front to the finish. 

Aside from two dreadful ends when I just wasn't in the same postcode of where Danny sent us, I played quite well here and there were maybe four or five bowls in particular that were a sign of that early season wonderment when big shots came off.

Danny wasn't getting rattled this time though and if he was, he wasn't showing it. He stuck to his task and produced his most consistent bowls when they mattered.

At 18-14 and very much in the land of opportunity to push for the win, I went round peg down to the entrance, knowing full well my opponent had licked me down there earlier. But I like this mark too, however two bowls that weren't altogether shoddy were made to look so as Danny wrapped two around the jack. 

I can only save next two ends against great leads and then down again having gone short, I get to nineteen first with a bowl that had to reach but also had to slow down. The land was good though and I knocked the jack through as Danny looked up to the heavens. 

Then I had my jack called up for interfering with another game so was forced in to the entrance corner again. I say "forced", perhaps I should have waited to go somewhere else. I like to be bold, but it didn't pay off. My lead bowl ran over a little too much, my second bowl a little tight and once again Danny was unnecessarily close with both of his. 

At 19-20 I've got my second bowl left to save the game. My first effort collides with Harry Derbyshire's bowl who was also trying to save his match at the same score. I thought I might have been a touch tight with it, but maybe not as I went a little wider with the retake and despite decent pace, my bowl wouldn't move inside and failed to cause any trouble.

I should have been rather cross with myself, but once again apathy took over rather than red mist. I'm grateful for that in some respects, but equally I don't want to lose my edge. Was I simply enjoying the game too much here that it ended up passing me by? 

I felt I lost this match down to my own shortcomings, but equally Danny won it on his own merit. Some excellent bowls to get back on level terms and then putting up strong leads over longer marks that he knew I was struggling to deal with. 

Two winners in the first four games looked promising for our team, but it didn't get better than that and so our poor run of results continues on this rerun of matches against the top sides of this league. We still look fairly safe but we could do with a decent result and start surprising ourselves again just to give everyone a boost really. As a team, we enjoy it when we win and can laugh about it when we lose but we don't want it to become nervous laughter.

THE SPARKLE IS STILL MISSING

Monday 22nd June 2026

Chorley & District League Div-2: Croston Wheatsheaf (142) 6-4 Eagle & Child 'A' (128)

v BOB WOODS W 21-10

Only my third privilege to play on this proper crown green at Croston Subs - the home team now taking on the name of a local pub for much needed sponsorship. 

With greens drying up in this week's heat wave and beating Nigel twice in practice games yesterday - that doesn't happen often -  I anticipated a chance to really click back in to some solid matchplay. 

It wasn't as solid as I would have liked. I felt Bob wasted good opportunities for twos to make it a closer game. But I got off to a decent start and gradually stretched out a good lead. Conceding a poor two from my point of view when all-but left me struggling to find much joy when I finally got over the winning line a couple of ends later. I did play some good ends and I might be very harsh on myself to not take more positives out of what was afterall, a win. 

Vernon scored my game and said "it was a pleasure to mark". He doesn't give compliments away easily so either I played better than I thought or he was preoccupied nattering when I sent dud ones! 

Losing the match on chalks wasn't a good result for the team who have lost the winning habit these last three weeks. Wheatsheaf were second bottom and this was a match we ought to have won. But we remain in third place with the return fixture at ours next week. A must win match to maintain interest in affairs near the top of the table. 

HALF TERM REPORT

Just over half way in the Leyland League and halfway through the Chorley League, with a total of fifteen wins from twenty-one matches of course I would have taken that so far if asked before the season started.

It was an unthinkably good start with nine successive wins and I was playing really well until I started to put a bit of pressure on myself and the mid-term has so far been sticky at times, although having still played pretty well at times despite some painful losses. That early season sparkle is missing though and I just hope I can find it again at some point to avert a potentially great league season turning in to something rather average.

There is a bit of impatience to keep getting better and better when realistically, I know the scope for improvement narrows the further you get. 

As a competitive runner I was just the same, never truly satisfied and sometimes running myself to injury in the quest to get better and better. Injuries are less an issue in crown green bowls of course, but I probably need to relax a bit and consider that where I am at just now is no bad thing. I can hold my own most of the time in one of the local top divisions and for now at least, feel as though I'm still improving.

JUST NEEDED A WIN

Thursday 18th June 2026

Leyland & District League Div-1: Brownedge (191) 9-3 Eagle Blues (156)

v GILL NELSON W 21-15

Feeling a bit battered and bruised from recent results, it wasn't a case of setting the reset button again. If anything, I was rather apathetic and turned up at Brownedge void of any emotions whatsoever really. All I did know was first and foremost I had to keep my head together no matter what.

I just needed a win really and hoped for a game in which I might actually get a few decent opportunities. In this return fixture of last week, I can't deny a small sense of relief at not being drawn against Nick Wilson again. Brownedge isn't my happiest hunting ground and after pressing me out on my own green last week, the odds on his own patch would have been very much stacked against. 

Gill is no pushover though, despite her own struggles in this division this season and a wrist injury which seems to hamper the odd delivery that  she sends  

The bonus of apathy was being very relaxed and such much so, I had forgotten about my run of bad starts to games which seemed key to actually getting off to a good one. 

I might have got six or seven ahead before Gill got in and whilst many of her lead bowls were good ones, she left a few opportunities for me to break her momentum and more often than not I snapped them up to keep a decent lead going. 

On sixteen, I did have a wobble though when  conceding three twos over a close period and Gill gaining confidence from fighting back. Then I had a bit of luck when she beat a really good bowl of mine, went in for two and somehow knocked me back in. 

This seemed to sink my opponent and hand me a lifeline to refocus and see the game out. My first win in four attempts on this green. It's not my favourite. Despite that, I had tried to enter the Brownedge Classic again this year only to be told I'm on the waiting list - then recently see a post on social media that a place is up for grabs - which means I'm either forgotten, overlooked, not high profile or all of the three aforementioned. Probably for the best, although I did enjoy the 31-up format in particular. 

My own relief tonight wasn't shared by the team as we took only three winners and find ourselves on a bit of a bad run, which was always going to happen really at some point. Now we run in to all the top teams again but we just have to grab what we can and hope a few players, including myself, find that early season form again.

CAUGHT IN ROY'S WEB

Monday 15th June 2026
Chorley & District League Div-2: Eagle & Child 'A' (132) 4-7 Hesketh Bank (135)
v ROY WEBSTER L 7-21

Another day, another 7-21 defeat! Once again I got a player who cut me very little slack. I could have done things differently. I should have turned over peg, I probably should have had long tapes out on these short marks Roy played. But I got absorbed in what my opponent was doing and tried to emulate it. Most of the time I wasn't far away. At 7-12 I was still in it with their scorer telling me this was a cracking game to watch. But I couldn't get the jack back after paying for a short second bowl and gave room for Roy's ferocious striking which was also bang-on all evening. 

Towards the end of the game I lost my cool - and I had done so well until then! I knew I was most likely on the slope to defeat, but was still enjoying the game. Disappointed with shot choices and my own strikes when there was a decent target to hit - probably slinging too hard under pressure - I can do a lot better than that and the disappointment brewed over in to frustration and giving the game away carelessly last end. I was seething with myself.

I let myself down, let the team down and we only lost by a few chalks which I should have stayed focused to try and deliver. Roy Webster's a damn good player who played a tight game here and it's felt like impossible game after another this last week or so. The reality is I've just not been good enough to find answers to big questions in this really difficult run of matches lately.

TAKING IT ON THE CHIN AGAINST THE BEARD

Sunday 14th June 2026

Federation National League Div-8: East Cheshire Parks 'B' (221) 10-4 Leyland (179)

At Hadfield BC

v DAVID THOMAS L 7-21

A week earlier a call from former Eagle teammate Chris Miller asking if I'd help out for Leyland Town Team's next match. So, for this debut in Federation bowls, a chance for a mental reset, play positively and just try to enjoy the game again.

Despite what the scoreline might suggest, I achieved those goals and will rarely play as well as I did to score just seven. 

On the outskirts of The Peak District, Hadfield is one big old tricky green and especially for our Leyland team who have never even seen the place before and are unlikely to visit ever again. I enjoyed playing it and aside from the odd rogue bowl and a poor last end, I felt I probably played well enough to have a chance of winning most games at this level but my opponent was absolutely exceptional.

Up against one of the two home bowlers in the East Cheshire side, it was always going to be a tough draw for me. But the man they call "The Beard" in these parts seemed to know every inch of the green and play it very precisely. I wouldn't say the score card flattered David because he played so consistently well, but I do think my lowly seven was a little unjust because this was a close game end for end. We were on the green a good while and I didn't concede too many twos when it could easily have been the case.

If David wasn't close first time on rare occasions, his adjustments were just incredible and I could only keep tapping my leg in applauding admiration for some of the stuff he put up. 

This game is strange. A 7-21 defeat and yet it feels like I'm back on track, got me feeling better about my game again and looking forward to tomorrow night's return to league action. 

Aside from the last end when I tried stretching David out on a long, strong pegging mark that I botched myself, there were no regrets. I tried everything I could, basically played a really good game under the circumstances but had to bow to the superiority of "The Beard". I assume he doesn't lose many at home, this fella.

The day was enjoyable overall. I travelled down with Aaron and Fox Lane bowlers Dave and Tracey Charlesworth and it was good to team up with different players. Would I do it again? Maybe, but this was a six hour affair overall and just now, fine as a one off and a little taster but not really fitting in with life as I know it.

Team Leyland came away from here with four winners from twelve which was a decent effort. Tracey Charlesworth, Gillian Brown, Gareth Whittle and Andy Seel all on the mark. This was only half the result though with twelve more players playing out the reverse home fixture at New Longton. A lot going on in these Federation games.

BAD NIGHT ALL ROUND

Thursday 11th June 2026

Leyland & District League Div-1: Eagle Blues (177) 4-9 Brownedge (191)

v NICK WILSON L 14-21

As the dust settles on a second successive defeat this week, I think part of the problem is loss of the fearless attitude that was serving me well. A fear has crept in recently and it's the fear of losing. Whilst I insist it's more the manner of a defeat that matters to me, the fear itself is affecting my game. 

There's been some new territory trodden so far this season in that I had got used to winning... and that seems to have triggered a problem with losing again. I've forgotten my place a bit. I think I expect to automatically play well enough to have a chance to win every game, which is putting myself under way too much pressure and consequently too many bowls are leaving my hand with uncertainty. 
Once again my reactive side came out and I lost composure way too early in this match against an excellent bowler, Nick Wilson. 
I'd been tipped off that Nick was perhaps cream of the Brownedge crop and he was all over it tonight on the Eagle. I would have had to be on tip top form to push him any further than I did. But there's no chance of tip top form just now because my head's up my arse when I go on the green. Nick put me under pressure, which forces errors and that is to be expected, yet rather than shake it off and compose myself to put it right next end, each and every mistake built up like lava beneath a volcanic fault.
Unfortunately, despite trying so hard this year to resist, I had to toe flick a bowl in to the gutter with venom just to let some lava release. I felt better for it and it was like wiping the board clean. I've got my critics in the team who think I should keep a lid on it. But as I explained, we are all different creatures and ultimately, nothing winds myself up in this game quite like not doing the basics such as reaching up or completely missing the land on an uncomplicated mark. 
On reflection I probably didn't play as bad as I thought at the time, I put some real shots up at times, but generally it didn't feel at all satisfactory.
Nick went 5-11 up around the time I was losing my rag. Aside from an absolutely awful lead on a short mark followed by uselessly hitting my first bowl, I didn't do too badly from that point onwards but could never penetrate the six or seven points that I trailed throughout most of the match. 
When I did feel I was making a bit of progress, Nick struck the block off when I had two close ones, then next end beat my very good lead with a quite incredible bowl that perfectly nestled itself around the back of mine to just count. I could criticise my second bowl for not being obstructive, but it was at this point I simply had to concede to the reality that this guy's simply much better than me no matter what I do.
Despite the red mist, at least I could laugh about it. From that calamitous short end I just mentioned, on walking across I shouted across to the captain, "Sub Aaron?!" I genuinely felt I should be coming off after that one!
Already irritating myself with short bowls, I certainly don't really need continuous confirmation from the sidelines. I'd already had three calls from teammates - all meaning well of course - that I was short on one particular end. I turned to Nick and said, "Bloody hell, I think it's pretty clear I'm short down there, what do you think?" He chuckled.
Then just as I go down to bowl, Harry D pipes up his well versed cliché, "Yard, John!"
I come back up and turn to Nick again, "Fucking hell I need earplugs as well as a fucking straitjacket tonight..." and we both laughed. 
Obviously not with malice, but Harry's done that before just as I'm about to bowl. I wouldn't mind, but like last time it was more like two or three yards short than one! Harry and my teammates are only trying to help, but sometimes and particularly when struggling during a game, the statements of the obvious can drive you mad. I'd sooner hear, " For fuck's sake Sutty, short again, get your shit together", for that's what I was thinking. And so from the resulting loss of concentration again - no surprises my second bowl went too far and clunked in to the ditch! 
Not a great night at the office for me or the team tonight. Just four winners, Brownedge taking six and the aggregate. The unseasonable cold and damp conditions this month cancelling out some of our home advantage. We go to theirs next week. There's a chance I'll get Nick again I suppose, but whoever, whatever, I need to have a different head on and start a fresh. 
This Sunday I've been invited to play in a Federation game for Leyland Town Team against East Cheshire Parks. An unknown green awaits, as does one of the two homesters I've been drawn against that the opposition are permitted to field. No pressure at all for this match though and an opportunity to completely reset with some positive, fearless bowling and restoration of composure no matter what gets chucked at me.

He says...

MAULING AT MAWDESLEY AVERTED

Monday 8th June 2026

Chorley & District League Div-2: Mawdesley 'A' (149) 8-2 Eagle & Child 'A' (97)

v LEN RIDING L 18-21

Another bad start to a game manifested in to a bad mood and some old demons returned as frustration boiled over on what was always likely to be a slippery visit to Mawdesley. There are quite a few bowlers in the Mawdesley side who might not set the world alight on their travels, but really don't lose many at home and Len being one of them.

It was pretty clear from the off that a hard game was on the cards on an impeccable green that hides a multitude of ruses for it's visitors. 

I just wasn't playing well in the beginning though, unable to send two decent bowls up. Opportunities were missed on the odd time Len's lead was beatable and when I did rectify it with my second bowl, Len always produced something even better. 

Then I had a spell bowling short and lost my sense of length. On a couple of times when I did sneak in, I was surprised having sensed I had sent it too far. On this green, what looks like uphill is downhill and vice versa in places. It was starting to twist my melon and Len was running away with it. 

The scores had trickled away to 7-18 as I got increasingly irritated with myself and the red mist returned for the first time in a while. 

Although shaped and weighted more suitably for shot putt, I was thinking of slinging one of my bowls with an erratic discus style throw and absolutely bloody launch the thing over the fence.

But my hot head cooled right down at the incredible sight of a barn owl swooping through the light of a late sun on the meadow behind us. 

The sight of this wonderful bird was just amazing and a welcome distraction that calmed me right down. I then knocked Len out to take the next end and then began to show some much better, much more consistent bowling. 

I was playing for a bit of pride really until I overheard I'd got to fifteen. Then I could smell something more to keep me motivated. During this comeback, every point was hard earned. Len was such a nuisance, nothing I put up felt safe until his second bowl had stopped. We were now 17-19 and round pegging up and down in front of our visitors enclosure was working well, but eventually the other game still on had got in the way and besides, maybe it was time for a change before my luck ran out. I headed for a different corner, put two very reasonable woods up indeed but Len landed perfection with his second. Then the Mawdesley man leads out for the game with a near toucher. I've no choice but to have a pop. My first one wasn't near but gave me a good idea for my second strike which hit the target fully. Hoping to cannon the jack off, it turned out even better as it stayed on along with my bowl to go 18-20. 

I played a short end down towards the clubhouse, my first bowl was pretty good and the long tapes were out, but 19.2m was just long enough. My second one is a little too strong and taps both my first and the jack to open up a target for Len who still has to send a bloody good bowl mind you.

But true to form throughout most of the match, he held his nerve and gently played the jack through with a great delivery. 

I wasn't too deflated, I was in a much better place having at least given Len a game for a while and made the scoreline look much prettier. To even recover to a place where victory was thinkable was a triumph in itself.

Not many teams in this division will come away from Mawdesley with a whole lot of joy and with only two winners, we slipped to our first defeat of the season. With Shell Anderton out with knee trouble, it was a tough night and exposed perhaps a strength in depth of our squad that might just fall short for a more sustained promotion push. But for now we stay second placed and Hesketh Bank in third next week come to our place. That will give us a better idea I suspect.

SLOW START COMES GOOD ONCE AGAIN

Thursday 4th June 2026

Leyland & District League Div-1: Eagle Blues (165) 5-8 Penwortham Sports 'A' (174)

v DANIEL IDDON W 21-15

It's remarkable how many times you end up playing the same player again and tonight out of a Penwortham team of nine other bowlers I've yet to come up against, Mr Iddon awaits. It's three years since I played young Danny and simply wasn't good enough to push him too hard on his home green. I'm definitely a better player now than the 2023 version, but so too is my opponent.
The overwhelming gush of actually winning the first end went to my head. Soon enough, normal service resumed with Danny picking up three twos to lead 6-1. Accustomed to a bad start to matches as I now am, equally I knew the importance of the next few ends. If this fella goes too far ahead and gets in to the groove, it will be curtains.
Danny was unfortunate as his next lead bowl smacks in to one from another match. I'm surprised he doesn't ask for the jack back too - I made a similar mistake a couple of weeks ago - and sure enough my opponent misses the land and went tight. My first bowl also has a collision, I liked it though and my retake ended up a toucher. The second one rolls up close too and the relief settles me down, I'm back in contention.
It became a tight game for a while, both of us sending good leads or finding great bowls to steal in. I remember turning over peg on one end in particular which had to be perfect and was. It's moments like that which can determine tight games.
I was still trailing on the scorecard when suddenly I put a few ends together which Danny struggled to impose himself on. His frustration with himself grew and my confidence picked up. When he did win the jack back, unusually he played straight peg and down in to the far corner. When I put my second bowl up on his first one to make two, his reaction felt slightly disingenuous as if I'd got lucky. I think he was just getting seriously pissed though and I for one can relate to those emotions.
I was a bit erratic at times this evening, but I wouldn't say lucky. The good bowls far outweighed the bad. Having said that, next end I put two in the ditch. My own fault for sending the jack to an almost unplayable edge and being a little gung-ho to reach up. That freebie was won back next end though as I knock Danny's great lead bowl out to make two and I'm getting near the finish line.
At 20-12 I'm the wrong side of a tight measure on a mark played poorly by both of us. Danny has got his cool back and plays good leads to win two more, although I'm unlucky to find a gap when I played through. My opponent is holding two next end, but there's a bit of room to get in and my adjustment is much better. Relief to get over the line and on reflection, an excellent win against a good player and especially given I could still pick holes in my game.
These slow starts to matches are a bit of a nuisance and are even more previlant in home games at the Eagle. I shouldn't worry too much I suppose, for I'm still finding ways to win most of my games this season but I can't keep going at this rate playing off the back foot every match. I think there is a bit of nervous energy that takes a few ends to dampen down and whatever the reason for this, I need to shake it. So forgive me if I've already used this one, but Feargal Sharkey's most famous song springs to mind, "A good start these days is hard to find..."
In the team department, five winners each was probably what we would have taken beforehand, but preferably with the aggregate too. However, Penwortham took those bonus points to win the match and you couldn't deny them on the night. They are a really good side and for the first time this season we are narrowly squeezed out of the top half of the table.

Colin Proctor gets my man of the match award for a tremendous win against top bowler Gary Cochrane and an extraordinary final bowl to make two at nineteen across. Well chuffed for Colin who has had some rough results but now finding form.
This match briefly concludes a really tough run of games against five of the six teams above us before we play them all over again as the fixtures play out in reverse order. Next week marks the halfway mark of the season in this league. It's Brownedge back-to-back next up. Still difficult, but we need to be back to winning ways and give ourselves another points boost before running in to all the big boys and girls again. 

BIG DAY BLUES BUT PARS STAND PROUD

Saturday 23rd May 2026

SCOTTISH FA CUP FINAL

Hampden Park, Glasgow

CELTIC 3-1 DUNFERMLINE ATHLETIC

Rolling back to the weekend before last, I was there in the black and white sea of nearly 16,000 Dunfermline Athletic fans that filled the South Stand at Hampden Park. Up against the might of Celtic, a comparative ocean of over 32,000 green and white Glaswegians enveloped the North, East and West sections of the stadium. This was always a David and Goliath contest and unfortunately unlike the mythical tale, Goliath triumphed without too much fuss.
It was a gallant effort from The Pars though and an extraordinary achievement to get there really. Despite the underlying disappointment of defeat, there was still a sort of unbelievable hazy happiness they had got to the final at all and that you were there to witness it.
I met Lesley and her fellow Dunfermliner friend Debbie in Glasgow. We had a few pre-match drinks, then pushed on towards Hampden and found myself in a wine bar eating olives and cornichons with a cocktail stick at the same time as having a nostalgic hark back to the good old days as a football supporter. An amusing little paradox there. We were obliged to get the olives as it wasn't strictly a drinking establishment, but even so, you had to laugh.
Seemingly we spent too much time in there, for the queues to enter the stadium were seriously backed up with still half an hour to go until kick off. It was a bit disappointing not to see the teams come out and we only just found our seats in time for the start.
The Pars started quite lively and a toe poked effort from Morrison was only just cleared off the line in time. But Celtic's movement and comfort on the ball was clearly a notch or two above and Dunfermline's plucky young side were starting to chase shadows. Celtic's two first half goals seemed to come from nothing though with the first a speculative ball over the top and a slip from Pars' last man at the back and it sat up nicely for Maeda to lob the goalkeeper. Then Engels seemed to have far too much time to cue up a twenty yard strike with keeper Oxborough caught on the wrong foot.
Manager Neil Lennon changed things at half time and put Kane and Rudden up front. Two old fashioned style strikers who you could barely tell apart from a distance with their shiny bald heads. These two gave us some presence up front and the rest of the team came back out more assertive and less afraid, culminating in a really good second half show. Celtic's well configured third goal from Iheanacho seemed against the run of play, but they were always dangerous going forward and had already had one cancelled out for a marginal offside. However Athletic didn't let their heads sink and continued to probe for something. Lennon brought on young Josh Cooper and it was inspired as less than a minute later Cooper was on the end of a good move to score with his very first touch. A second goal wouldn't come but not for the want of trying. A decent show in the end against the team crowned Premier Division Champions a week earlier.
For me, watching Dunfermline in a Scottish Cup Final was a real privilege. A very unexpected one this season and although not the fairytale ending - unfortunately the team also lost out in the second stages of the promotion play-offs just a week earlier - I think all Pars fans have been filled with pride.

WET SLOG

Monday 1st June 2026

Chorley District League Div-2: Eagle & Child 'A' (144) 7-3 Black Horse 'A' (141)

v JAMES WALLWORK W 21-17

Typically on the first day of meteorological Summer, rain was back on the agenda as we hosted the Black Horse team from Croston. This was a third meeting against James in all competitions. Most recently I got the better of him on his patch last season, but I was fully aware he was in better form this term and also knows our green very well.
Given the conditions the surface was running quite well when we went on, zipping over the surface water shallows without too much drag. A good game was in progress and James had the upper hand I felt. I was finding difficulty in getting a break together and was continuously thwarted by some really good bowls from the Black Horse man. Having said that, despite my struggles and a few frustrating moments I put up maybe four or five big bowls myself when the chips were down to keep myself in contention.
Things were close going in to the final stages of the game and the rain became more and more torrential at 16-15. I was pretty pleased to have nudged ahead here because I'd been trailing throughout. I do enjoy a big splat of summer rain but more when I'm out running than playing bowls. The game became a slinging competition but the conditions seemed to work for me better than for James. A few more errors slipped from my opponent and I managed to get to the winning line first.
It wasn't pretty and there wasn't much joy in it other than getting the right result. But sometimes you've just got to slog through, ride your luck and make sure you send the ones that matter.
Team captain Steve Marginson was our last player still on the green after I'd come off and played really well to run out winner from 14-12 which not only sealed our fifth win, but took the match with just three chalks to spare on the aggregate. We were all chuffed for Ronnie Roberts too, who won his first match for the team and a big one that helps us remain unbeaten and still second placed with a seven point cushion to Hesketh Bank in third.