Bob Claxton - 65s Coach
4. Over 65's AGGM - 2014 Hockey World Cup
30th May 2014 - Barcelona
Day 4 dawns, team walk and breakfast is done , the physiotherapy queue lengthens and the Rock Tape shareholders are in for another good day as hammies, quads, calves and groins are taped to hold sixty year bodies together. Down at the hockey ground a practice session gives way to a half-game against the Spaniards with Captain Doug Truman making sure that every hair on his head is in place so he looks at his best before running on the ground ! Coach Clacko, by contrast, is tearing his hair out with exasperation perceiving that Team 65 is not switched on in the first quarter, orders are shouted from the bench, steam is coming out of his ears. The Spaniards are fortuitous in going one ahead from a short corner after a defensive deflection from Keith "Gadget" Jervis leaves goalie Harps helpless. This leaves Gadget comfortably leading goals carer on the tour having now beaten both goalies leaving Goalie Cossie to reflect that, on the next defensive short corner, Gadget is sent out as a runner without stick in hand. We share a beer on the lawn at the Polo club with our Spanish friends, presentations are made, banners are exchanged. A pair of ponies are being exercised in the distance but there are no chukkas being played today, nor are we embarrassed by any over imbibing Aussie chuckers. The goalies join the strikers for dinner in the evening at Las Arenas, the BullRing, and together figure out how they might end up with the ball finishing in the right net !
Day 5. As we meet for the last time before heading to Belgium and Holland, Winton "Boonz" Inkster is honoured as a debut player for Australia. The Coach's hockey video is viewed with deference before we depart to take our own photographs on a social activity day with the biggest group heading out to Monestir de Montserrat - here they are overawed by the ability and sheer tenacity of the monks of the 11th century to construct such a Monastery in a spectacular spot so high up in the mountains. Back in Barcelona for the final evening and we're off to visit Gaudi's unfinished architectural masterpiece, La Sagrada Familia. As we stand in the queue waiting to go in, goalie Cossie is overheard to remark that it is many years since he last passed through church doors. The words barely pass from his lips when there is a blinding electric flash lighting the skies above, followed a millisecond later by a deafening almighty clap, of thunder. Cossie, heart still racing, realises that The Almighty has had His word. The heavens open and those remaining in the queue are drenched. Inside the church, the spectacular architectural presentation is , indeed, something to behold.