Saturday 26 December 2015

A Great Tradition Enters Its 40th Year!

"The army is the most outstanding institution in every country, for it alone makes possible the existence of all civic institutions" - Field Marshal Helmuth von Moltke. 

I have only played the Saturday morning game at the University of Kent for 4 years (on/off) but it has been going on for the past 40 years.
by Kudakwashe Kanhutu

I was surprised to learn, very recently, that the game I play every Saturday morning 0930 - 1100ish at the University of Kent Sports Pavilion, has been going on for the past 40 years at least. I had thought that, at most, it was about 10 years old. But I was wrong, people have come and gone, and this institution still stands. I, myself, only joined this game in my 3rd year at Kent Uni, then went away to Durham University for about 1 year and 6 months and have since been back for just over a year now (and about to leave again). 

This game continues because of its simplicity. Anyone can play. You just pay your £3.00, pick your favourite colour of sports bib, wear it and become a player of one of the four teams playing against each other on the two half pitches. Usually 8 vs 8 (32 being the standard number of players who make it every morning). From 0930 - 1020 is the “first half,” the two winners in Game A and Game B face each other between 1025 - 1115ish, and the losers do the same in, what is effectively, the “second half.” The rules of the game are simple too; you can only score inside the blue line as we use the small goals without goalkeepers. You can, however, score from anywhere with a header. You should see the beautiful diving header I scored today (26. 12. 2015) from way outside the area! Of course the rules have evolved with time and necessity, I imagine if I stay on, they may ban scoring with headers from outside the area as this is very easy for me!

The attraction for me is that the game is on an artificial surface, so no more rolling in the mud like pigs as we did when we used to play the Sunday league game in winter on the grass in London and Luton not so long ago. The mud did not bother me then, but I am at that stage in my life when I must shed some of my rough tendencies (gradually). There are also hot showers at the Pavilion, so the £3.00 is not a waste at all. 

What really struck me about the time this Saturday morning game has managed to last, is the dedication to it of everyone who is involved, as no one makes a penny from it. Of course, I know, order and economic prosperity allows informal (not for profit) institutions like these to flourish (and this further reinforces economic prosperity as active, healthy individuals tend to be productive). Playing on a Saturday morning like this, you can also hear an off the cuff remark like; “it’s my second edited book to be published.” 

Photo Essay:

The new comer

The veteran


A mixture of veterans and new comers.

A mixture of veterans and new comers.


The full complement

The new comer


The new comer


The new comer


The new comer

Friday 11 December 2015

The Plan Has Always Been To Flood Zimbabwe...

…with books (and goodwill).

My Hotel in Barcelona for the Half Marathon there. 

I will run many Half Marathons in 2016 and two of these will be in the first quarter – the first one in Barcelona and the second one in London. It is now possible for me to travel again as I have now managed to free the necessary time after 5 years of hard studying. I have also decided to make, from hereon, all my 21 Kilometre Road Races about sending books to Zimbabwe. The details of how I will accomplish this are unimportant at this stage. I will say more about that as the day draws closer. 

I like a comfortable place to, if truth be told, keep my bags in as I rarely sleep in my hotel room since there is always so much to see when I am abroad.

At this point I just want to justify why I have chosen to say in a 4 Star Hotel in Barcelona when, had I stayed at a Hostel, that would have freed about £200.00 which could go towards my sending books to Zimbabwe project. 

My reason is this; when I ran in the Ealing Half Marathon in September, I stayed at a Hostel and, I promise you this, you do NOT want to spend a single night in a Hostel. For someone like me, who is security conscious, staying in a Hostel is all the things I fear rolled into one nightmare. I stayed in a room with 14 bunk beds with total strangers, lying on my bed I could touch the ceiling, a woman was on the bed below mine, there were no windows, everyone comes and goes as they please… need I say more?

To the question why do I not stay in a Hostel and save money instead for my books to Zimbabwe project? I must answer; I know the people of Zimbabwe and they would be very upset to learn that I stayed in a hovel to be able to give them books.