Had Mr. Spock been at the game on Saturday, our half-human, half-Vulcan (or vice-versa!) friend might well have muttered the above to Captain Kirk.  A pitch with a clay base holds water; a lot of rain meant SCRC was unplayable, so why on earth did we attempt to play here?  Even when this pitch is dry, it is so rutted and dangerous that it is also impossible to play on. 

There is a school of thought that posits that at least it's a game, and a game is better than no game.  Rubbish.  You just go off and train somewhere on a good indoor surface; you get to play the game at a later date anyway.  Anyone who enjoys wallowing in mud, hoofing the ball forward because passing is impossible, indulging in some Olympic-style diving and swimming and being subject to, and subjecting others to some dubious and potentially dangerous tackling and calling it football, is perhaps under a misapprehension.  Two teams whacking the ball forward and trying to score goals can loosely be defined as football, but not as the Hotspurs know it; we like to play a bit, as I'm sure the Germans do as well.  This could have been a great match between two very good teams; instead it was a frustrating and ultimately depressing experience.

The Hotspurs took a deserved lead from a fine Jimmy corner with Ally L heading in crisply.  We were getting the ball into the German penalty area with more frequency than they were getting into ours, had missed numerous chances, had already had two stonewall penalties turned down and looked in control.  However by half-time the Germans were ahead as our midfield was beamed up somewhere.

The second half witnessed us laying siege to the German goal, but after hitting the bar, the Germans broke away to make it 3-1.  From potentially 2-2 to this was a bitter blow.  Chances came and went and a penalty sealed a German win.  They fought with more conviction in the end, defending very solidly.

Spock would no doubt have left well before the game ended heading for the Enterprise to boldly go in search of a better game in the 23^rd century, mumbling something about it being â??illogical', and he'd have been absolutely right.