Rain falls after sun

Slick grass tamed by muddy boots

Late victory comes

Sunday morning, 11:30am kick-off. A dry start, the kind of calm that makes you think the game might settle early.

We didn’t wait long. Ten minutes in, we go 1–0 up. A strong start, confidence high. But football has a way of pulling things back — ten minutes later, the opposition find their equaliser. Game on.

Then the weather turns.

The rain comes in, steady at first, then heavier. What started as a clean pitch quickly becomes slick, muddy, unpredictable. Every touch matters more. Every step just that bit harder.

Half-time arrives with everything still level. A team talk, a reset. You could feel it — the need to dig in, to stay together, to believe there was more in the game.

The second half becomes a battle. Not pretty, not easy. Just effort, determination, and moments of grit.

And then, in the final 15 minutes, it all opens up.

One goal. Then another. Then a third.

From the nerves of a draw — and the worry of what that might mean for the title run — to that sudden release. Relief, pride, and a bit of disbelief watching it unfold.

The lads didn’t just play. They worked. For each other, for the result.

And in the end, they earned it.