The day began with an early home game - something we are still adjusting to - and a concept the whole team interpreted with the flexibility of a yoga instructor. Pretty much everyone was late.

But not Ella.

To add spice, players were told to “bring something beginning with H.”

DONKEY CONTENDER #1: Jaz She arrived with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not know what a hole punch was. Luckily, Rosie had brought one to demonstrate this mysterious, ancient technology. A generational exchange. Donkey does it.

Meanwhile, Ella nonchalantly removed an earring and presented a "hoop". She’d take it more seriously if it were competitive… apparently.

Out on the pitch, Ella’s head - still inflated from being labelled “the playmaker” two weeks ago - hovered proudly above the rest of us as she boasted about being one of only two 4s players who trained in the rain on Wednesday, and that she’d had 11 hours of sleep. Unusual pre‑match behaviour for Ella. If you know, you know. Honestly, we were all just relieved she hadn’t turned up hungover after 2 hours’ sleep.

Chiltern 1s, sitting just above Broxbourne in the league and presumably having set off last night to make a 10am pushback, scored in the first two minutes. A bit rude of the visitors, but more effective than caffeine at waking us up.

Fortunately, a minute later, Ella managed an assist to Rosie, levelling the score and restoring her sense of cosmic importance. You could feel her ego re‑inflate like a bouncy castle at a village fête.

DONKEY CONTENDER #2: Meg
She ran into the D too early on an attacking short corner, resulting in injector Kirsty being removed. Later confessed: “I didn’t actually run early… I fell over.” While standing still. Donkey does it.

Twenty‑five minutes in, Lisa took a free hit and midfielder Rachel - let’s be generous and say “had a moment of pure artistic brilliance” left it perfectly for Meg, who sprinted down the right, storming past three players, entered the D, attempted a pass… but accidentally scored thanks to a defender’s deflection. A goal is a goal, even if intention and outcome were not on speaking terms.

Two minutes later, Broxbourne won a short corner. It was injected to Jo, beautifully slipped right to Rosie, and bang: 3–1.

HALF‑TIME SCORE: 3–1. Morale high. Ella’s ego higher.

DONKEY CONTENDER #3: Rosie
At half‑time she asked, with genuine confusion: “Wait, what are we talking about?” Hockey, Rosie. Hockey. The sport you’re currently playing. With the stick. Donkey does it.

Five minutes into the second half, Chiltern clawed one back. 3–2.

In midfield, Imogen quietly got on with the graft - intercepting, distributing, and making some lovely runs. A calm, competent presence in the middle of the Broxbourne chaos. Someone had to be the adult, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Ella.

Then Meg - donning last week’s unwashed skort.... because we all know she doesn’t play well in leggings - took a shot that was saved on the line by a defender’s foot.

Penalty flick awarded.

Up steps Ella, vibrating with excitement at the chance to recreate her previous flick glory.

Jo offered some quick coaching: “Aim for a corner.” Ella nodded solemnly, like she was about to perform a delicate surgical procedure.

The result?

You may call it a flick. I call it a flop.

Either way, it went in. 4–2. Ella celebrated like she’d just won Olympic gold. We let her have her moment. She needed it.

Feeling confident of the win, the team settled into “simple hockey.” Ella, naturally, decided simple hockey was beneath her. Presented with the easiest pass of the match to Kirsty, she instead opted for a dramatic whack. Straight into Jen’s foot.

DONKEY CONTENDERS #4 & #5: Ella and Jen
They then stood motionless, confused, staring at the ball, staring at each other, staring into the abyss. Donkey does it.

Meanwhile, Chiltern’s right half ran straight through them both and sprinted off with the ball. Luckily, our defence - Lisa, Sarah and Jane - worked together to shut that nonsense down.

Stand‑in keeper Emma had a pretty epic game, making some brilliant saves - the kind that would make Ella’s ego proud. And that’s saying something. Unluckily for us, Chiltern still managed to score a third with ten minutes left.

DONKEY CONTENDER #6: Kirsty
After Chiltern’s third goal, she confidently trotted off… to the wrong half. Donkey does it.

FINAL RESULT: 4–3 WIN

PLAYER OF THE MATCH
Ella (and her ego). For assisting the equaliser, scoring the flick (which was actually pretty awesome - not a flop at all), and, as she often does, providing enough content to fuel an entire season of match reports. If anyone knows what unreserved seating means, please let her know. Ella’s ego is now classified as a separate entity and may require its own membership fee and kit order. What an icon.

DONKEY OF THE DAY
A democracy-free zone. Evidently, there were many solid contenders, and despite multiple members of this motley crew asking questions of "why, what did she do", the herd mentality was strong, and the team ganged up on Kirsty, purely because they really enjoy her outstandingly brilliant, witty, and perfectly written match reports. I hope they are happy with this effort.

Mens 3s vs Blueharts 3 - 6-0 loss
Player: Hugh

The Setlist: Blueharts 3s vs. The Brave 13

Before the Rudd Hot Chilli Pepper takeover, 13 brave souls took the main stage for a headline slot against the league leaders, Blueharts 3s.

The vibe check before the first drop was tense. We tried to request a "chill set" from their skipper, but he wasn't taking requests. He told us they were chasing a +100 goal difference (starting at +89). Despite knowing they’d dropped 30 goals in their last three gigs, we avoided a switch to a "back 10" remix—we stuck to the classic 4-4-2 rhythm.

The opening 35 minutes was pure one-way traffic. Blueharts brought a heavy bass and had the volume cranked to eleven. The only time we got a breather was when the ball hit the back of the net.

In the first 15 minutes three tracks played, three goals conceded. Two clinical short corners and one fluid passing move that sliced through us like a crossfader.
Somehow, we found our groove and locked down the defence for the rest of the half. We headed into the interval 3–0 down. The objective was simple: keep them under 7. As Stu noted on the mic, "If we score 4 and they don't, we’ve flipped the script."

The second half started with a familiar beat—another short corner goal for the visitors. But then, we found our flow.
The midfield started syncing up, and the defense was put on loop. We even had a genuine "hands in the air" moment when Harrison sent a shot toward the goal, only for a defender to clear it off the line. We held the line at 4–0 right until the final five minutes of the set.

In the final "encore," the exhaustion kicked in. We conceded two late ones, ending the night with a 6–0 defeat.
The hay-ho Silver Lining, we conceded less than 7 and stopped them hitting the +100 GD mark "not at our residency".
The Wrap-Up:
Man of the Match to Hugh, for a high-energy performance that never dropped a beat (though, honestly, the whole crew worked their decks off).
Other results mean we still sit at No. 3 in the charts with three massive gigs left to play this season.

Ladies 3s vs Rickmansworth 1 - 3-0 win
Goal scorers: Cerys x3
Assists: Jane x2, Alice
Player: Cerys
Donkey: Isla

Broxbourne Ladies 3s finally snapped their run of “great play, no reward” with a brilliant 3–0 win—and honestly, it felt like everything aligned for them this week.

The tone was set early, thanks to Coach Em’s now‑iconic warmup routine advice … featuring shooing the chickens. Yes, the shooing made another appearance, and yes, the team is now fully convinced that replacing the feeding process has brought good‑luck. Whatever poultry‑powered magic is happening, it’s working.
And to top it off, Broxbourne had the 1 pm slot—known (thanks to the podcast) as the sexy slot. Whether it’s the timing, the vibe, or pure superstition, the team clearly thrived in it. They also knew one thing for sure: no leaks allowed. Nobody wanted to be the reason for a full‑blown roasting on the next episode of the podcast, so the focus was razor sharp.

With Tara back from her school skiing trip and some very pointed pre‑match motivation (“Do we really want another week like the last two?”), the squad answered with a very firm no.

Despite some unresolved ‘beef’ between our goalie and our centre back regarding a worldy save followed by a questionable call in a previous match, the team came first and they continued the discussion in the stands after.

The first few minutes were a bit slow, but once Broxbourne clicked into gear, they took control. Rickmansworth barely got a look in, and when they did break through, the defence handled it calmly.

Having 15 players felt like a luxury almost like a spa day for the defence. Assistant coach Josh kept the energy buzzing, Rach ran the subs like a machine, and the return of Alice Brown from maternity leave was a highlight. She came back like she’d never been away—stealing balls, stripping sticks, and giving the 14‑year‑olds absolutely nothing. Mum duties paused; menace mode activated.

The link‑up play was smooth, the transfers were sharp, and the attack finally found its spark. Cerys delivered a gorgeous first‑half hat‑trick, reminding everyone exactly why she’s such a threat up front.

The second half was scrappier, with Rickmansworth pushing harder and Broxbourne occasionally slipping into their classic “chaos and let’s make it hard for ourselves mode,” but the team held firm. No one wanted to concede—not with the threat of podcast banter looming—and that determination showed.

Rickmansworth kept battling, especially the smallest Boxall sister (who, for the record, is not a Badger), but Broxbourne stayed composed and saw out the win.

The champagne moment: Cerys pulling off a perfect turn and smashing the ball into the backboard. Pure class. Pure joy.

Off the pitch, there was even more motivation floating around: our newest recruit has been told she’ll be welcomed into the group chat if she plays one more game. Is that an offer she can refuse? Absolutely not. The group chat is sacred territory — and she’s one match away from unlocking it.

The crowd was the biggest the team’s had all season—helped slightly by the Ladies 2s playing afterwards—but the support from the Jordan Crew and the Fixters added a great buzz around the pitch.

Final Score: Broxbourne 3 – 0 Rickmansworth.

A well‑earned win, a huge confidence boost, and a reminder of what this squad can do when everything clicks. With key players returning, chicken‑fuelled warmups, the power of the sexy 1 pm slot, a collective fear of podcast‑level roasting, and the promise of group‑chat glory on the line, the upcoming matches look a little brighter.

Ladies 2s vs Saffron Walden 1 - 3-0 loss
Player: Grace C
Donkey: Isobel

The One Where We Tried

On a crisp Saturday at fortress Broxbourne (and by fortress, I mean “pleasant local pitch with mild wind”), Broxbourne Ladies 2s lined up against Saffron Walden with hope in our hearts and varying levels of sleep deprivation in our eyes.

Final score: 3–0 to them.
Moral victory: pending committee review.

Defensive Delicacies (and gravity checks)

Player of the Match: Grace – for outstanding defensive heroics.
Yes, she slipped over. But like Bambi on AstroTurf, she recovered, tackled, and generally put in a defensive masterclass. We’re calling it commitment to surface testing.Runner-Up: Kim in goal – who quite frankly kept the score respectable. Without her string of brilliant saves, we might have been looking at numbers usually reserved for cricket. 3–0 does not reflect the sheer volume of acrobatics she performed. If moral victories counted, she’d have had a clean sheet.

Special mention to Emily in defence, who found herself in an unexpectedly attacking position (clearly misunderstood the team sheet) and nearly scored before being cruelly denied by their keeper. We love a defender who believes.

And let’s not forget Pip, fresh from her third child, who returned to valiantly stick-stop short corners. Iconic behaviour. Exhausted? Probably. Brave? Absolutely.

International Call-Ups (Who Didn’t Score)

Vic heroically flew back from New Zealand and dropped down from the 1s to help us mere mortals in the 2s. Did she score? No. Did we feel cooler having an international traveller on the pitch? Yes.

Nads, also 1s royalty and fresh from holiday, bossed the midfield but similarly could not locate the net.

Sophie, our Welsh international with a pre-planned goal celebration ready to go, tragically did not get to debut it. We assume it involved at least one knee slide and possibly jazz hands.

Beth, making one of her rare but treasured appearances (three games this season – collector’s edition), ran her socks off but also couldn’t quite beat their keeper.

Jess, bravely battled through a hangover and several existential questions, but the ball simply refused to cross the line. The commitment to turning up at all deserves recognition.

Donkey of the Day (Highly Competitive Category)

Winner: Isobel.
Reasons:
1. Burnt eyelids from a pre-match sunbed.
2. Went all-inclusive in Morocco… and didn’t drink.

Frankly, that’s elite-level self-sabotage.

Runner-up: Jess.
For being deeply confused about the logistics of a postpartum prolapse. In fairness, medical science is complex and no one really wants to Google that in the clubhouse.

Sidelines & Strategy

Captain Gemma, flying in from who knows where on her ski trip, just in time for the donkey Moo-off with pizza at teas, was left disappointed as fashion icon Isobel made her thoughts clear about wanting to don the highly decorated donkey jacket. It is London fashion week after all.

Co-captain Millie, freshly promoted to mum after baby Mimi’s arrival last month, returned to the sidelines to coach. Tactical insight: strong. Impact on league position: pending.

Despite the return of mothers, internationals, first-teamers, long-distance travellers, and one slightly crispy-eyed forward, we remain nestled in the relegation zone.

Some have compared our current form to Tottenham Hotspur – moments of promise, plenty of possession, admirable effort… but somehow still looking at the table thinking, “How has that happened?”

Final Whistle

Saffron Walden: 3
Broxbourne Ladies 2s: 0
Team spirit: 10/10
Delusion levels: Healthy
Belief we’ll turn it around next week: Unreasonably high

Onwards and upwards, ladies. Relegation is just a social construct.

Mens 1s vs Saffron Walden 1 - 3-2 win
Goal scorers: Hoppo, Sam W & Iain
Assists: Sam W x2
Player: TBC
Donkey: TBC

No match report.

Away Fixtures

Ladies 5s vs Saffron Walden 5 - 2-0 loss
Player: Annie Q
Donkey: Hannah

The previously arrange slip week of Valentine’s Day was filled by a cancelled game due to an icy pitch in January. Many of the 5s were disappointed as the rearranged game was once again cancelled by… you guessed it, AN ICY PITCH! Long story short, what was once a slip, was no longer a slip week, but then once again became a slip week. Not confusing at all… We apologise to any fans who were eagerly awaiting our weekly match report and we are back to our regularly scheduled antics.

The ladies 5s took a trip up the A10 to good old Saffron Walden this week where they eagerly awaited the arrival of Tess (scheduled for 9:55) and Teagan (scheduled for some time before pushback). The girls were in peppy spirits as they warmed up, making sure the Walden pitch worms were included in the shot boxes… captain and goalie Hannah could be overheard stating, “if a worm comes flying at me I’m going home.” Annie Q then proceeded to point out every worm trying to get involved with shot practice. Clearly the pitch residents did not appreciate the company.

Hoping this was a sign of good omens to come, the 5s won first pushback and were not relocated from their chosen goal. This was due to being presented with the choices of the head or backside of an elephant on a coin. But as it turns out, elephants rear ends are not good luck. Next week we will be requesting a coin with the head and foot of a rabbit.

The first half of the game seemed a struggle for the ladies 5s as they battled it out in midfield (Olivia S, Tess, Annie Q and Shannon) against Saffron Walden who were keen to hold their place just above Broxbourne in the table. But alas amidst the passion and clean tackles a loan goal slipped past defence (Lorraine, Bryony, Teagan and Sarah BA) landing unfortunately just left of the eagerly awaiting goalie. The rest of the first half carried on in the same manner, with the ball being bounced up and down the pitch but not seeming to favour any side until just before the half time whistle when the ladies 5s managed to secure a shot corner! Or so it seemed. This reporter may have lost count but on confirmation the ladies 5s won no less than 4 short corners before being allowed to break for half time! Unfortunately no goals were awarded, so please stay in your seats.

The second half of the game followed the same rhyme and no reason of midfield being run ragged by a game of pinball hockey. Forwards (Milly, Dan, Sharon and the poor run ragged Shannon) were not able to secure any short corners their end but we can confirm that Daniela stayed vertical for the entire game! Defence were put through their paces with a flurry of short corners of their own, which devestatingly brought the final score to a 2-0 loss with the ball being passed to the well placed opposition keeping Lorraine company at the goal line.

Annie Q was awarded player for a great game and many good runs and tackles (with Mini Quinn supporting her all the way).
Donkey was given to Hannah (not Tess!) for letting in 2 goals. She must have been avoiding both balls and worms this week.

*insert from Milly S*
Due to this match report being written from the back end of the pitch it was viewed differently from the front. Please enjoy this insert from the forwards POV.

We had most of the pressure, particularly in first half but were up against a very good, tall, quick keeper who blocked or saved everything we hit at her!! We has far more shots than them.
In one of the 4 corners in a row Tess's shot went over the line but the umpire was a bit quick and had annoyingly blown for another short.

Ladies 1s vs Cambridge City 2 - 4-3 win
Goal scorers: Paris x2, Meg S x2
Assists: Becky x2, Em x2
Player: Paris
Donkey: Lydia

Broxbourne 1s traveled away to Cambridge City and delivered a seven-goal thriller that probably raised everyone’s blood pressure by at least 20 points. As forward Paris summed it up perfectly: “It’s hard out here.”
Broxbourne started strong, with Meg Saywell opening the scoring from open play to make it 1–0. Cambridge quickly replied, leveling the game at 1–1 and briefly halting the celebrations.
Brox regained the lead when Meg Saywell struck again from a short corner, putting them 2–1 up. Paris then added some style to the scoreboard with a precise short-corner finish to make it 3–1. For a moment, it seemed Broxbourne might cruise home… but Cambridge had other ideas.
The visitors clawed one back to 3–2 and then equalised at 3–3, sending the Broxbourne bench into full-on panic mode. Coach Az looked visibly stressed, running along the sideline like a caffeinated squirrel while trying to organise the chaos. Hearts were racing, legs were trembling, and fans were living every second of it.
Finally, Paris stepped up and slotted home the decisive short-corner goal to secure a dramatic 4–3 victory. Broxbourne had survived the rollercoaster, thanks to two goals from Meg Saywell, two from Paris, and nerves of steel all round.
Three points secured. Chaos endured. Drama delivered.

Mens 2s vs Shefford & Sandy 1 - 4-1 loss
Goal scorer: Browny
Assist: KP
Player: Browny
Donkey: KP
Cards: Satwick (yellow)

Free Hits, to stop the ball or not stop the ball, that is the question.

On a blustery afternoon, with a whistle cutting sharply through the air, Shefford lined up against their barely floating visitors, Broxbourne’s mighty men’s 2’s. Having won the reverse fixture 3-0, the lads dared to dream of an away victory, setting stage for a contest that would prove as dramatic as any staged tale.

Broxbourne began brightly, KP danced his way through several defenders and handed the baton to Veteran Maestro Browny who drove the ball home with a swagger not seen since his famously electric 04/05 season. The visitors looked composed… Oh Shefford Oh Shefford, Wherefore art thou Shefford, deny thy quest for victory and refuse thy pride.

Seemingly unimpressed by Shakespeare’s tragedy recital, Shefford responded quickly after driving with intent into the Broxbourne D, winning a penalty stroke as Fordy decided to wipe out the Shefford forward. With the stroke aptly dispatched, Broxbourne now knew the rules of the game, as the Umpires made it EXTREMELY clear that there was NO REQUIREMENT to stop the ball on the awarded free hit just moments before.

The first half finished 1-1 with Broxbourne still hopeful of grabbing a rare away result, but that was to be undone after Duracell Bunny Sully took a ball to the orbital and required medical attention, leaving the field now sporting a Hertford red jersey.

Baller was fouled upon approach to the Shefford D and Browny picked up the loose ball, picking out a wide open Lance just 10 yards from the Shefford Keeper. Winding up to shoot, Broxbourne were baffled as the Umpire’s whistle screamed stopping play. ‘YOU HAVE TO STOP THE BALL’ barked the official….. The attacking phase then fizzled out to nothing.

‘False face must hide what the false heart doth know’

The Brox Blues hit hard as the Mens 2’s train derailed. Shefford won a free hit on the visitors 23 and Brox took a second to reset as the ball continued to roll, never once stopping fully from motion. Hark! The rules of game had once again changed, as Shefford took full advantage slotting away a deflection after playing the rolling free hit.

A tragedy of Shakespearean magnitude was unfolding before our very eyes as the battling Broxbourne men suffered 2 more goals against, another Penalty Stroke and a neatly executed counter attack.

The visitors walked away empty handed once again, languishing at the bottom of the league table with a climb that some would say is now simply too steep.

‘Confusion now hath made his masterpiece’

Mens 4s vs Old Habadashers 2 - 5-0 loss
Player: Luke H
Donkey: Henry S

A scoreline harsher than the performance deserved

With midfield general Trevor unavailable (having taken his talents to the beaches of the Philippines), Broxbourne arrived at the league leaders with a makeshift engine room of Staples Senior, Rich Mellor and Danny Griffiths. On paper it raised eyebrows; on the pitch it raised heart rates — particularly Mellor’s, who covered so much ground there are now formal investigations into the contents of his vape, with WADA yet to rule out espresso shots.

Broxbourne started brighter than a Downing Street press conference under new management. The ball moved sharply through midfield, wingers Harrison and Henry providing width and menace, while Ryan — who had earlier claimed pre-match fatigue due to “Karate Kid training” — produced saves of such calm precision that Mr Miyagi (aka Big Kev) would have nodded approvingly, possibly while reminding everyone to wax on, clear out.

Alas, the breakthrough for Old Habs came via a D-scramble so chaotic it made VAR at the Euros look organised. Sticks flailed, bodies lunged, and somehow the ball was forced home. 1–0.

At the back, Cool Hand Luke was imperious. Driving out from defence with the energy of a Trump-style insurgency — bold, unexpected, and charging through midfield like a headline-grabbing operation somewhere deep in Venezuela — he surged forward and fed Danny, Joseph and Harrison with precision. It was controlled, composed and gloriously defiant, with opponents left wondering if they’d missed a team meeting.

Staples Senior, perhaps inspired by memories of club veteran AJ’s aerial glory days (and ignoring several years of accumulated evidence), launched a bold overhead following a thundering Bourke charge. It had ambition. It had vision. It had absolutely no cooperation from gravity.

Broxbourne weathered sustained pressure but regrouped superbly. A slick interchange between Danny and Staples Senior (who, for once, remained upright throughout — a stat confirmed by independent observers) released Henry Staples. He stopped, turned and unleashed a strike of such venom it could have required a UN resolution. The crossbar, however, stood firm, clearly aligned with the opposition.

Half-time arrived with Broxbourne trailing but buoyant. A few direct words from an exhausted Staples Senior reinforced what everyone already knew: keep going — and possibly breathe.

The second half began at pace, but Old Habs struck early — clinical and sharp — to make it 2–0. Joseph continued to impress down the right, distributing cleverly and thinking two passes ahead like a chess grandmaster in shin pads, albeit one occasionally chased by faster pawns.

If only Broxbourne had held possession slightly longer in midfield, something might have come. Instead, slick Old Habs passing sliced through, a deflection ricocheted in, and suddenly it was 3–0 — a scoreline beginning to flatter the hosts and confuse neutral statisticians.

With Staples Senior running on fumes, Andy “Raging Bull” Bourke thundered back into midfield, covering ground like he’d just seen the bar tab from last weekend or realised it was his round.

Broxbourne still pushed. A flowing move involving Luke, Danny, Henry and Joseph found Mellor at the top of the D. Hope surged. But the ball popped up like a rogue cryptocurrency — unpredictable, volatile, and immediately penalised.

Then came the sucker punch. Harris, perhaps drawing inspiration from the Joe Root motivational quote proudly displayed on the sports hall wall, attempted a cultured clearance. The ricochet left Ryan isolated — more marooned than Tom Hanks in Castaway — as Old Habs added a fourth.

Captain Jason briefly withdrew, allegedly for “recovery purposes,” though unconfirmed sources suggest energy conservation for a later fixture may have been involved. A full inquiry is expected once match teas are reviewed.

Still Broxbourne refused to fold. Henry chased a lost cause into the corner with the persistence of Donald Trump pursuing a recount — relentless, determined, and refusing to accept that the odds were stacked against him — only to find three defenders blocking every route of escape like particularly enthusiastic nightclub bouncers.

With the final act of the game, Old Habs added a fifth from an angle that defied physics, logic and possibly decency, lifting the ball into the roof of the net just as several watches confirmed it was nearly time for the bar.

The Verdict

5–0 suggests dominance. The reality was a contest far tighter than the scoreboard admits. Broxbourne showed structure, resilience and moments of real quality against a ruthless league leader.

On another day — one crossbar bounce, one kinder deflection, one less Tudor jousting reenactment — this reads very differently.

The effort was there. The spirit never dipped. And if Mellor’s vape continues to power him like that, the energy crisis may yet be solved.

Mens 5s vs Hertford 7 Dev - 3-3 draw
Goal scorers: Jake B x3
Assists: Ollie W x2, Noah
Player: Jake B
Donkey: Fresh

No match report.

Coming up this weekend

Saturday 28th February

Home Fixtures
10am - Ladies 5s vs Potters Bar 1
11.30am - Ladies 3s vs Bishop's Stortford 4
1pm - Ladies 2s vs St Albans 3
2.30pm - Mens 1s vs Ipswich 1
4pm - Mens 5s vs Saffron Walden 8 Dev

Away Fixtures
11.30am - Ladies 4s vs Hertford 4
12.15pm - Mens 2s vs St Albans 4
1pm - Ladies 1s vs St Albans 2

Sunday 1st March

Away Fixtures
11.15am - Ladies O45s vs West Herts O45
Cancelled - Mens O35s vs West Hampstead O35