RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CXIV, Issue 33610, 12 August 1974, Page 18

RANDOM REMINDER

MUCH TOO S(X)\

Rigorous training goes into the making of those muddied giants who charge relentlessly up and down our football fields on a Saturday. And a certain member of a North Canterbury football club admits that perhaps he put a little too much into Iris effort on a recent Tuesday. This is the day the players of the team hurry from their places of employment to the club rooms, change their clothes and rush out to suffer the Spartan demands of their coach. He left work earlier than usual this particular Tuesday, too early to go straight to the club rooms, so he filled in

time and himself at the local pub. On his eventual arrival at the club he was hustled into his training togs and shoved off with his team mates for a hard jog along some country road. But he was most uncomfortable, and being at the rear of the pack it was easy for him to disappear into some bushes conveniently growing at the side of the road. From there he intended to rejoin his mates on their way back, hoping they would not have noticed his absence. Nor did they till they were all showered, changed and lined up at the bar of the local hotel

where upon two loyal mates sorrowfully agreed to leave their beer and look for the missing one. He was not in the club rooms nor was there any answer to their urgent calls bellowed into the dark night. The searchers decided to retrace the route of their training jog and had not travelled very far when they heard a gentle snoring coming from some bushes on the roadside. "Eureka,” they shouted, or words to that effect; then rudely woke the sleeping one and cruelly jogged him back to the club rooms and thence to the friendly warmth of the pub.