Second blog post concerning clubs in a matter of days. If
you had asked last week if Claire and I were thinking of joining a club, we would
have said it was unlikely. They have waiting lists years long and the joining/monthly
fees are vertigo-inducing. Plus, we had vague notions about these clubs being exclusive,
and maybe not our thing.
I have since eaten every one of those sentiments.
Neil, a long-term HK resident who hails from Liverpool, was
kind enough to take us as guests to the season’s last match. The ground, as you
can see [disclaimer – second picture not taken by me, forgot the camera!
Sorry!] is immaculate, and has an incredible backdrop. The people we met seemed
friendly and open. The food and bars were excellent. The club has every sport
and activity imaginable available.
The exclusivity etc. is there. But I confess to falling a
bit in love with the place.
So here’s the catch. To make it in, I will have to go to trials in August to try to get
membership on merit. The level I watched was pretty high; and I will need to
perform at my best to have a chance. Except I haven’t played regularly for ages,
and have a poor record in trials.
I have painful memories of 4 years of failed county trials for
Lincolnshire as a schoolboy. I always performed dismally, and felt sick with
nerves…I never thought I’d have to do something like that again as an adult. And
actually, more will be riding on now than when I was 14.
Better find some nets and get practicing…!
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