Such a historic and once great club to be suffering from such a disastrous and worrying turn of events will leave our forefathers and founders, literally turning in their plush executive automobiles. For the second week running the result of the game has been dictated by the number of players that are willing to lay there bodies and souls on the line in the name of Limpley Stoke. We are talking a poultry ten people as opposed to the required eleven leaving a batting order short and the bowling too heavily relying on the rotund Kendall and the willowy Norris. Not wishing to name individuals in such a pubic forum, you know you are and I hope the guilt is eating at your psyche and that you are unable to look at yourself in the mirror and be able to call yourself "team players" (incidentally their names rhyme with Bim Tush and Tark Myrie).

This is not just about the people that let have let us down by not making themselves available, the lack of commitment stretches from the golf course to the very batting crease itself. This starts from the very basics with the appearance of the team at an all time low with kit not being washed, freshly starched and pressed from one week to the next. The standard of fielding is slipping from average to downright shoddy and at certain points in today's game, pure Laurel and Hardy. The batting is no better with todays score embarrassingly punctuated with five ducks.

We seem to have lost our fight, our spirit and the need for victory that was once feared in the whole of the West Wiltshire and North-East Somerset Area. It has been reported that in the villages of Priston, Hinton Charterhouse and Shoscombe, WI meetings, Parish Councils, Whist Drives and Jumble Sales have been awash with the gossip of the decline in the feared enemy. The sound of mocking and tittering can be heard drifting down the Avon Valley from Freshford.

So how do we go on from here? We pull together, support each other and encourage each other to succeed. We believe that we can win and express this vocally. We dive for every catch. For every ball hit to the boundary we run like the wind and throw are bodies between the ball and the boundary rope. We bat like Viv Richards and not Peter Richards. We bowl like Courtney Walsh and not Bradley Walsh.

So come Limpley! Raise your game! Be proud of your club! Be proud of yourselves for we are feared, we are legends in the making, we succeed where lesser men have failed. WE ARE LIMPLEY! WE ARE WINNERS!

MOTM: Leigh Kendall

Kit Boy: Gregory (again)