Essex-ive Force at Jubilee     

The Biggest Boys returned to Jubilee for the final home game (they thought) of the season, a match thick with sentimentality and the faint smell of chlorine-induced nostalgia. (who has ever felt sentimental going into a match). With several of the squad preparing to graduate and leave the hallowed waters of Southampton. (Full stop here, should be a comma). It was never going to be … Continue reading Essex-ive Force at Jubilee     

Plymouth? Checked out

SUWPC’s Ladies were scheduled to face Plymouth in what promised to be a competitive fixture, all set make the trip down to Basingstoke, ready to put on a proper BUCS contest. Unfortunately, Plymouth informed us that they would be unable to field a team, citing the small issue that their university term had already ended. A bold tactical decision, and one that suggests the real … Continue reading Plymouth? Checked out

Surrey-ously Scrappy

On a crisp November evening, Soton’s sportiest girls loaded onto the minibus (expertly driven by Miss Smith, who had the biggest bus on the M3).  Although arriving with plenty of time, silly captain Fairhurst forgot the hats (which unfortunately was not the last thing forgotten over the course of the match). After a quick warm-up and some wise words from the coach and captain, the … Continue reading Surrey-ously Scrappy

Win so nice we HAD to do it twice

The biggest boys (minus finn) assembled for the second week in a row to face down the Prem rejects, KCL. Warm ups were well underway and hissy fits already thrown by the KCL captain, unhappy about the shallow end (not sure what he expected he was here last week), when Finn rocked up on poolside. The game began slowly, KCL playing to run down the … Continue reading Win so nice we HAD to do it twice

Cardiff Met… the Traffic

Twelve of SUWPC’s finest ladies rocked up to Jubilee ready for their first home match of the season and the second half of the double header. After strategically acquiring Canoe Polo’s pool time, spirits were high, supporters were cheering, and the squad was locked in. With the men’s match finished and the pool very much still available, all Cardiff Met had to do was to … Continue reading Cardiff Met… the Traffic