1 - Over 65's AGGM World Cup 2014 - The Prologue
10th April 2014
A call to arms - we receive our summons to Adelaide. Nine o'clock in the classroom at the Pines, and it feels like we are back at school. Dr "RollCall" Roberts ticks us off the list as we line up for the Boot Camp - 100 per cent turn-out. No-one can remember that ever happening before. ............ but then we don't remember much at sixty-five and a few! Headmaster Clacko shows his benevolent side and invites us to nominate for field positions. Two admit to bringing goalie equipment and to prior knowledge of playing in this position, so we'll be ok there. But there are only four strikers and none are opting for the left wing position - oh well, we'll just go down the right. The Head is cracking the whip as we warm up on days one and two, and we are flogged round the running track doing our 12 minute runs trying to archive two thousand metres by the time the gong goes. Next morning it's the thirty metre "fun run" sprints with recorded times as much a measurement of the reaction time of the person on the stop watches as it is of the designated sprinter. Then it's on with the drills - drills, drills and more drills, so that by the time the South Aussie opposition arrive for a game, we are actually all completely stuffed. The second match follows another prolonged day of hard yakka on the hockey field with some improved skill and the feeling that if we can last this well and still be running around the pitch, there's at least half a chance we could yet make it to the World Cup. Headmaster Clacko summons us to the classroom on the final day, the whiteboard is out, the hockey video comes to the fore, we have the coach's etch-a-sketch diagrams, seemingly like random, snaking all over the hockey pitch. However, in keeping with the thought processes of an eminent medical professor, Bob comes up with the diagnosis - but you can see him becoming smarter by the minute, he's now acquired a psychological string to his bow. Instead of being prescriptive with the treatment, he invites us to self-medicate and come up with all the answers. For now, minor surgery has been avoided, the major operation in Europe still lies ahead, we hope that it will be survival of the fittest, a successful strike for gold, and that there will be no call for the forensic pathologist.