POPPS ‘B’ SNATCH DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY: HOUNDS WIN 5-4 IN NAIL-BITING WIN
Once again a trip to the quaint world of Old Town, which feels like a million miles from the urban sophistication of Halifax, with its proud new Poundland representing the cream of shopping chic, featuring designs by Stella McCartney, fake Rolex watches and monster packs of skips. Old Town, in contrast operates a subsistence based barter system, whereby a farmer will exchange half a heifer for some help in setting up an interactive website. Harvest foods are now on sale in almost all the houses and clog dancers are assembling in the village square, high on cheap cider, waiting to enact some violent pagan autumn rituals. They check their ipads, look at facebook, do a few tweets, make some real time changes to their shares portfolios, then launch into the alarming story of the ancient monster and maiden of Old Town, complete with blood-curdling shrieks and alarming finger-in-ear folk songs.
So once again, we pile into Tom’s Chelsea Tractor to navigate our way to this hidden kingdom in the hills. An anguished voice on the satnav warns of ghosts and ghouls at large and fake road up signs operated by bearded brigands, but we persevere and arrive at the chapel, the team frightened, apprehensive, but ready to play.
As for Old Town Hounds, they finished above us last year and most of their players finished above our ‘B’ people in the individual ratings. So, we knew we would be up against it. Our team: Tom Sunderland, Robin Thomas and Derek Greenwood, again deputising for Terry Wassall who is still struggling with a viral infection caught from his laptop.
Hounds consisted of Sue Allen, Don Coneron & Rose Tipton a vastly experienced trio of veterans driven by a fierce loyalty to Old Town and by the knowledge that if they lost, they would be ostracised for many years. People have long memories in Old Town and previous losers have had to sit in the stocks or leave the village to avoid years of opprobrium.
Anyway, to this match. Given that the same people will be probably be playing, would there be a case for using a previous report? You know, basically cutting and pasting the thing, making minor changes. The chances are that the outcome will be the same. On reflection, we need to preserve credibility with all our readers, (all 6 of them) so I promise that this forthcoming report will be an account of the current match.
In Set 1, Tom took on Sue, in a room so cold that icicles where hanging from the bats and balls. Tom started well, with Sue missing the table from time to time. At one point, the ball landed in a box of balls strategically placed in the corner of the room and eventually one was picked out which might have been the one that started the game. Even after she had removed her ‘The Future is Orange’ track suit top, she still couldn’t get it together and Tom went 11-8. But she started well in G2, occasionally stamping her foot like a flamenco dancer when she served and he levelled the set at 11-8. Tom won G3 after a prolonged tussle. Both were smashing more effectively, but Tom more so. In G4, Sue benefited from a useful fluke. Tom started to lose control and Sue started to improve her forehand smash. She cruised to 11-5, leaving the stage set for a gripping decider, or so we thought. A big stamp by Sue gave Tom a fright and he netted a back hand. At 7-3, it was looking bad for Tom. She eased ahead, had a few stamps for good measure and Tom slumped to 11-4, a set he should have won.
Set 2 saw Robin against Don. Don played a more steady game throughout. Robin won some points with the occasional fast, low serve but Don proved too consistent and won the set 13-11, 11-6 and 11-8.
Rose Tipton continues to be a beacon of femininity in the gnarled world of geriatric tt players, with her expensive designer track suit and top flight trainers from Primark, though I’m not sure the fishnet stockings worked all that well. Why should we complain? Popps teams do not exactly win sports fashion competitions with their motley array of faded cricket sweaters, black school pumps, charity shop vests and age concern sponsored jockstraps. It would help if they washed their kit occasionally, but one has worries about the kind of toxic discharge which might be unleashed into the sewage system. You’ve seen what happened in Hungary & we do not want that in West Yorks. She faced Derek in Set 3, still wearing half a pair of blue knickers fetchingly adorning his upper thigh.
Rose went into an early lead as Derek messed up serve. He started to tempt her by tossing the ball high and this strategy worked as he levelled at 5-5, and he settled down to win the first game 11-6. Rose has an interesting game in that she is left-handed and plays every shot back hand. It worked fine in G2 as Derek messed up a serve and as Rose benefited from a fluke and executed a good smash. Rose levelled at 11-7. In G3, Rose started well as Derek, a well-known international coach, made some wild shots. However the high ball approach started to work although Rose won some of the shots offered. At 10-10, it could have gone either way, but Derek prevailed at 12-10. So we were in for another long set. In G4, Rose moved ahead with some good attacks and as a result of a couple of Derek misses and she stayed ahead to win 11-8. In the final game, Derek fought hard at first, but tiredness seemed to kick in. At one time he was offered water by Rose, and your correspondent observed that oxygen, blood, plasma and Bob Martins might have helped. Rose was moving round the table with more bounce than Derek and he missed a few returns because he just couldn’t get to them. We are going to experiment with him playing on roller blades. He lost 11-5 and the set, which on form he should have won. At this point, Hounds were leading 3-0 and possibly heading for a whitewash. Could Tom retrieve the situation?
Well, he started to do so against Don. In G1, things were even at first, but Tom was playing some long rallies with determination and managed some useful smashes. At 10-10 it was finely poised, but Don lost some concentration and a wild shot took Tom to 12-10. Don then gave away a couple of points via serving errors, got back a point with a fluke, but started to miss the table and went down 11-5. The pattern continued in G3 as Don visibly tired. Tom started to win some backhands, Don missed some returns, and Tom won at 11-7 to start to get Popps back into the match.
Derek continued the recovery in Set 5 against Sue. Derek kicked off with some successful forehands and was not put off by a big stamp from Sue. Derek surged to 5-0, Sue had a good smash, Derek used spin to good effect and despite a poor serve and a missed smash, stayed ahead to win 11-7. Sue continued to hit some wild shots in G2 as Derek moved to 4-1, but Sue fought back to 4-4. Derek had 2 good shots, plus a missed serve, but his overall consistency gradually took him to 11-8. Sue tried valiantly to assert herself in G3, but she was starting to admonish her self in a voice which would have woken babies in Hebden Bridge and certainly would have upset the local sheep. At the end, Derek won 11-4 and Sue announced to the world that she had been ‘roundly and soundly smashed’. But there again she was playing against a legendary international coach and author.
Robin then caused the surprise of the evening, not to mention hoots of hysterical laughter as he executed a string of strange serves and shots which bounced awkwardly off the table to mystify Rose. She even managed to find his spin serve tricky (which must be a first) and despite winning G3, she could not make progress and Robin won 11-7,11-8, 8-11 and 11-4. In the final game, Robin established a good lead and tenaciously hung on, a pattern he was not ably to replicate later against the deep-lunged Sue.
Don then played Derek, before rushing off to play tennis and for a man of his years, setting an excellent example of fitness. Derek built up a good lead in G1, serving and smashing well. He missed a couple of serves to let Don in at 9-3, but kept it together to win 11-4. Derek again showed domination in G2, using a variety of shots and setting Don up for some failed hits. (At this point, Sue appeared to have vanished into the night air. Was she meeting a secret lover or was the answer more mundane? After about 10 minutes she returned in a puff of smoke and we were none the wiser. But that’s what goes on in the strange world of Old Town) Don in the meantime had made a small recovery, but messed up a serve to allow Derek to win at 11-6. This was beginning to look like a piece of cake for Derek, but Don played tenaciously in G3, chasing every shot, placing balls well and hitting some fine winners. 11-6 to Don. He continued the recovery in G4, with some long rallies and successful smashes. 11-7 to Don and all square. Would Derek hold his frail body together for one final push to take Popps ahead?
Yes, he did, to paraphrase Barak Obama as Don started to lose it a bit. Derek missed a serve as Don started to catch up. At 8-8, both played very tentatively, but Derek held it together better to win 11-8 and the set.
Tom was under pressure against Rose, knowing that a win was essential. Rose didn’t help by removing her track suit top at a critical point, revealing an inch or two of her smooth alabaster back in the process which clearly affected Tom’s concentration. She moved into an immediate lead at 5-1. She missed a hit and called herself a silly Billy but swiftly recovered her composure as Tom lost his, to slump to 11-4. In G2, Tom was still not dealing with Rose’s game as she established a lead, using her greater mobility round the table to place shots out of Tom’s reach. He recovered to get to 7-9, but Rose pulled out a good smash to win 11-9. Tom could do nothing in G3 to get back on track as she reeled off winners to clinch it at 11-7. This is a match which Tom, on form, should have won. But that’s the excitement of league 3 table tennis. You can’t predict how particular players will deal with other players on the night.
So it was left to Robin to attempt to clinch the match as we were now 4-4. Robin did not expect to do well, but actually managed to win 2 games to set up a final game. However, even after establishing a biggish lead in G5, he allowed Sue to recover and eventually win. Score: Sue wins 11-9, 12-10, 4-11, 8-11 and 11-9.
We were well looked after by the Hounds, with a cup of coffee and biscuits and sportsmanlike appreciation for good shots. This was a match which Popps should have won, especially having Derek on board, so maybe there will have been some lessons learned. We then descended from the fairy tale kingdom of Old Town, along winding lanes, then back to the urban grime of Halifax. Had the whole thing been a dream?