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| Nom | Home Player | Nom | Away Player | Result | Games |
| V1-4 | Andy Wilde | V1-3 | Laurence Molke | 2 | 3 | 8/10, 10/8, 9/4, 4/9, 3/9 | | V1-7 | Peter Tattershaw | V1-4 | Stuart Farrar | 2 | 3 | 6/9, 9/1, 9/2, 1/9, 4/9 | | V1-8 | Richard Chapman | V1-7 | Alasdair Niven | 3 | 1 | 9/5, 9/4, 6/9, 9/4 | | V1-9 | Terry Periera | V1-6 | Howard Cherlin | 3 | 0 | 9/7, 9/4, 9/5 | | V1-10 | Shane Morrison | V1-10 | David Lissaman | 3 | 0 | 9/7, 9/6, 9/6 | | | | | | | | | | | Games: | 13 | 7 | |
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| | | Bonus: | 4 | 0 | |
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| | | Result: | 17 | 7 | |
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| Report: | In the absence of the our resident destroyer, Surrey Champ Marc Alderidge, Andy Wilde was drafted into service against the rangy Laurence Molke. Andy managed to stun the useful Laurence by presenting cute and clever play. He made him self difficult to read and made few mistakes. Laurence seemed at a loss as to why they were trading points given his better raquet work, but eventually figured that he was fitter than Andy and he just needed to keep him working. Meanwhile, Andy played his squash like poker. He threw all his guile and effort into getting a 2-1 lead. He may have even played with the idea of nicking the match, but Laurence is not wet behind the ears. He rumbled Andy's plan. He moved up a gear in the 4th and stayed in it for the rest of the match making Andy toil under the heaters of court 3 where he wilted.
Still, two points against the odds can't be sniffed at.
Peter was up against Lakeside legend Stuart F in what ( on paper ) was going to be an ugly thrashing. In the first game, the beautiful racquet work of Stuart made Peter look like a treacle pudding. The match looked like a foregone conclusion with Peter destined to be left drizzling in sweat. But this is vets squash and its different. I am not sure what happened next but Peter came out fighting like a madmen in the 2nd and 3rd, forcing Stuart to exercise his skills. This involved running, which Stuart had a little distaste for initially, but after Peter went 2-1 up, he hit the afterburner and napalmed Peter to win the next two and the match.
4 points was a very useful haul from the first two strings. Now it was up to the rear guard to snaffle the match for Purley.
Talking of napalm, watching Richard zipping around like a human gyro had recently crowned Surrey Champion (aged category) Alasdair, wondering what was going on. He had barely gotten started and was two nil down. His visage after the first two was 'concerned'; how was he going to stop the human dynamo? His eyebrows arched as he went back in for the 3rd. He won the game, but he had to stretch and run, and sweat, and toil. Did he really fancy doing it two more times. Richard upped the anti and plugged in a another battery ending any further resistance from the champ.
The last time Howard played Terry he administered a Cherlin special. This happens when for no apparent reason, you find yourself thrashed dispite your oponent limping to the ball like Javier Bardem in 'No country for old men (2007)'. For me, it is like a mystery of the universe how a man can walk/limp from one end of a court to the other and play such clinical winning shots. It defies physics. Even when they are not winners, you are always sent running, twisting contorting trying to get the ball back. This time around Terry was waiting for him on Purley court 3, the show court....
Affable and cheeky, Howard started up the Cherlin machine. He bantered and limped, he walked and deceived. Sometimes he did'nt bother running, other times he moved with the speed of a mountain leopard. The man is fascinating to watch. However, court 3 is Terrytubbyland, where Terry rules and vengence is always swift. Terry changed his game for this encounter. Instead of playing his usual lob, drop, arse in the way squash, he befuddled Howard by driving the ball and keeping the game at the back of the court. It was a master stroke because it forced Howard to go for shots and angles from inhospitable regions of the court forcing his error count up. The games slipped by as Terry snaffled up the errors like snack-a-jacks and the games in a 3 course dinner. It was brilliant squash and very entertaining.
Lakeside's resident Geography teacher Dav Lissaman, with his goggles, matching head and wrist bands found him self playing Shane for the 2nd time this season. His mission was to overturn the 3-1 beating he took in the first half. It started well enough with Dave narrowly losing the first 9-7, but in the 2nd, Dave was 6-1 up before falling away to lose the game 6-9. He could'nt forgive this lapse and blamed his late lunch, his racket, his goggles, and his astrological star sign. By the 3rd game, his mind drifted to the double glazing salesman that made him eat late. The piles of homework that still needed marking, his noisey class 5J and the Ofsted inspection coming his way. By the time he awoke from his day dream, he was shaking hands and thanking the marker.
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| Author: | S Morrison |
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| Author: | Toks Osibogun |
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| Notes: | Lakeside points total correctly adjusted.
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