The day after the RAC simul, fortified by a substantial breakfast we waddled off to cheer on my 4NCL team manager Claire Summerscale in The London Marathon. Unfortunately we maintained the observational skills demonstrated in the Nice Technique post and she sped past us without our even noticing. We managed to track her down post-race at the pub to celebrate along with Rosalind Kieran who had posted an even more impressive time.
Last year’s débâcle v the Barbican was one of the worse reverses I have experienced in a fairly lengthy club career and I wasn’t too confident going into the final weekend although our team seemed to be fairly solidly composed. The match against Pandora’s Box earlier this season also didn’t inspire confidence.
Having retired at a respectable hour after our first match I was woken by a strange noise, it seemed to be emanating from the bathroom so I went to investigate. A torrent of water was cascading from the room above. Not being accustomed to indoor rain Tara and I decamped to quieter, dryer quarters.
We won our first two matches convincingly 7-1 and 7.5 – 0.5, securing us draw odds for the title decider. The last round proved surprisingly one sided this time, everything going our way except for my own game where I was in big trouble just after the time control. A just reward for the efforts of Claire Summerscale who has nurtured the team though the divisions.