Only a few months ago, Birmingham polo was on its knees, with turnouts for regular games as low as three. With a long dark winter ahead, things were looking bleak. Not even the explosive introduction of this blog seemed to have any effect….
With the help of one Austrialian Thatcherite and his probably-cynical, but nonetheless positive Skyride, the seeds were sewn and a new wave broke forth.
Unlike previous upstarts they have enthusiastically taken to the DIY (emphasis on the Yourself) ethic to heart and have been showing up with mallets and wheelcovers (albeit finger-slicing aluminium). They’ve even been on the lookout for courts.
Despite the occasional spill, they’re all progressing quickly. Last weekend we focussed on playing in teams and I reckon they’re getting into that aspect now.
We’re set to lose one of them to the Neanderthal, non-polo-playing wasteland that is Liverpool in the coming weeks. My only hope is that Coventry, Lichfield and wherever Lucas is from (Dudley?) don’t suddenly sprout their own polo scenes and lure them back.
With so many new players, now is the time to get off your pudgy arse and come out and give it a go. Forget battering yourself doing intervals on a 50-mile regular loop; pocket the petrol money from the 3-hour drive to a decent trail centre; allow the canal fishermen their peace and quiet and come play polo instead!