Into this evening's game against top-of-the-table Capel -- played 14, won 14 -- thinking that we'd do well to grab a point. Mentally prep-ed on the way by slamming Muse on the car stereo with Knights of Cydonia at volume 12 (Two Louder, patent pending):

The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

A tad OTT for an Ipswich and District table tennis division two game, but hey. Arrived late, not the best of starts, then both myself and Arvind (still waiting for workhorse AC at 8:45pm) played and lost our opening matches to tough opponents. And those were the only points we gave away. You may want to re-read that last sentence before carrying on.

Scarily, shockingly, surprisingly, team Defiants -- played 14, won 1 -- thrashed 'em 8-2. That's eight-two, for those watching the mini-printer. AC showed some teeth to land a maximum, I won my other two, and Arvind played like a man possessed to beat the guy who'd beaten me. Which left AC to go into the doubles by rights, and the toss of a coin gave the other place to Arvind: we won that one too.

We were gobsmacked, they were gobsmacked, though I have to say that they were incredibly gracious about the result. What a performance.