Having reached the BUCS Trophy Final, the Men’s Hockey 1^st Team had an agonising wait of two weeks before game day. During that time training sessions became more cautious, the usual amble to Sainsburys was sacrificed unless you could find a friend with a vehicle who could help you avoid the dangers that lay on the Fallowfield pavements, and dance floors across southern Manchester were vacant of the characteristic fist pumping two step. Typically, however, this two week hiatus claimed a further two casualties, joining Ali Smith on the medical bench. Tom ‘Bieber’ Richmond, a fresher who had fought his way into the 1^st team this year, broke his wrist playing for local club Brooklands H.C. and talismanic forward Peter Douglas was reduced to crutches after ensuring GTL’s third win in the student sixes premier league just 4 days before the final. With three key figures missing the team’s pre-match confidence had been hit and the excitement and anticipation was changing to nerves and apprehension. Nevertheless, with a late fitness test confirming other injury doubt Nick Little was able to hobble through 70 minutes, the cup final squad was chosen and the day was getting ever closer.

The girls 1^st team also reached the BUCS final, and although this guaranteed a banter filled coach trip back, it also meant finals day started at 7am. Miraculously everyone made the coach on time with all necessary items of kit and id and the journey to Sheffield began.

The early start gave the squad a few hours down time before they needed to focus and this allowed ample time to pick up a racing post, predict the days Carlito Brigante and receive texts from well-wishers (mum and dad). But it wasn’t long until the time had come, the conclusion of our season had arrived.

Whether it was the heat, time of day or nervous energy, Manchester started the game very slowly and it wasn’t until a few close attempts on goal by Exeter that they started to wake up. This prompted our first purposeful attack which resulted in a penalty flick. With usual flick taker Nick Little not completely fit it was down to captain Joe Fellows to step up and put his side in front, 1-0 Manchester. This duly triggered an Exeter fight back and the ten minutes that followed was relentless pressure from the southern side eventually resulting in an equalising goal, 1-1. The remaining minutes of the first half saw Manchester lose their advantage further when captain Fellows and fresher Clemerson collected sin bins, leaving nine on the pitch to hold out for ten minutes. Manchester dug deep and, with what turned out to be a crucial point in the game, kept the score equal.

With a half time Scotty Parker-esk inspirational ‘kick up the a**’ from senior player Anthony Pike Manchester started the second half with the beaver spirit they had shown all season. Their superior fitness and finesse started to show and a powerful reverse stick goal from playmaker Kieran Mulholland hinted at the inevitable outcome, 2-1 Manchester. Exeter remained confident that they could equalise again, however, whilst pushing forward a break away, that saw Charlie Brooke and Andrew Rusbridge fighting for a third goal, finished with another penalty flick and a sin bin for the Exeter keeper. Missing this at 2-1 could have sparked an Exeter resurgence but captain Fellows calmly nestled it past the replacement keeper and Manchester were 3-1 ahead. Shortly after, Charlie Brooke capped off a great performance with a deliciously taken solo goal chipping the ball over the goal keeper’s head before rifling it into the net to make the score 4-1.

Exeter, like they had done all game, didn’t give up and showed great character to score their second late on, however the game finished 4-2 crowning Manchester the winners and champions of  the world!

The trophy ceremony followed with paparazzi and post-game TV interviews. Feeling like model pros the chaps brandished their bottles of Sainsbury’s finest Cava and enjoyed the moment. To quote one team member that claimed he had “bought too much champagne to lose” the feeling in the dressing room was one of relief and ecstasy.

Thank you to Peter Douglas, John Barr, Anthony Pike, Jamie Stanley, Ed Kaznowski, Ali Smith and Nick Little for their services to the crest during their time at Manchester University. Thank you to the people who gave up their Thursday to come and support and thank you to the coach driver for being a good sport on the way back.

If you happen to be walking around Fallowfield and randomly get a blinding eyeful of sunlight it’s not Mario Balotelli’s new rims on his Lambo, it’s the gold medal worn proudly by a special group of 19 students. If they are rapping Rick Ross – Everyday I’m Hustlin’, grabbing their crotches and gangster limping so hard they nearly fall over, refrain from happy slapping them because you now know what they’ve achieved. Looking at the trophy before lofting it high over my head I saw the last time it had been won by a Manchester side. The 35 years we had to wait for another winner had been too long and the recent blip in success, since being relegated from top flight university hockey in 2007, is starting to look like a thing of the past. Manchester University is back on the map for being a side with copious amounts of flair, dogged work rate that Lee Cattermole and Alex Song would admire and a team unity like none other.

It is a proud time to be a member of the University Hockey Club and with the appointment of the new committee taking place this week we are slowly building a legacy worthy of passing down to future generations. In the words of the great B.I.G. ‘the skies the limit’ and I look forward to what next season will bring. Owens till we die!

When people think of epic historical feuds they think of the Greeks vs the Trojans, the Capulets vs the Montagues, 2Pac vs Biggie, Roy Keane vs Patrick ‘The Gentleman’ Viera and Triple H vs The Rock. All of these can be likened to the relationship the Men’s University Hockey 1^st XI has with the BUCS Hockey League 1A. Ever since relegation toppled Manchester from the heights of the BUCS Premier League in 2007/08, we’ve been fighting our way back to the promise land ever since. After starting this year’s season in such promising fashion with an unbeaten run of 5 games, scoring 18 and only conceding 3 goals, the Owens XI was DDT-ing the rest of the league at will. It wasn’t, however, until the crucial game against also unbeaten Sheffield Hallam where the Owens XI experienced their first defeat, a 2 by 4 wrapped with barbed wire to the face (see No Way Out, Hell in a Cell battle with Cactus Jack Feb 2000) and with that crushing blow they came plummeting back down to earth, the promotion dream was gone for yet another season. After going on to finish second in the league the Owens XI needed another goal, another target to go after. Likened to a fighting beaver, by Chris Kamara, these men are only effective and successful when they have a clear goal to work towards. When a cup tie against ‘The Journeymen’ University of Dundee presented itself, so did an opportunity for a new focus. Like Fifty and The Game, a vendetta was created against the BUCS Hockey Trophy and the Owens XI was suiting up, looking to take this competition by storm.

Dispatching Dundee comfortably the Quarter Finals brought a side from the perennial powerhouse Loughborough. The Armitage Pitches was the stage for what turned out to be a history making day, forget the 3’s 6-6 draws with Chester 1s of yesteryear. Loughborough Students 2s arrived with the flair and panache that made them one of the standout sides of their league and after half way through the game this was proving to be a successful combination with Loughborough 2-1 ahead. The riveting battle continued however with the Owens XI not realising when they were beaten and coming back to enter the dieing moments of the game leading 3-2, only for Loughborough to tie the game at 3-3. Extra time golden goal followed with both teams having chances to take the victory but the spoils were shared at the end of that too and only penalty flicks would settle it. It’s the measure of a man when he first gets knocked down and has to rise up against all odds to strive for victory and in the tense and pressure filled environment that’s exactly what the Owens XI did by holding their nerves in the electrifying 14 flick shootout to progress to the Semi Finals.

It would have been easy to have stepped back and taken the Loughborough win as redemption for the failings previously in the season and it would have been wrong as well and that’s why the Owens XI were more determined than ever to get past the penultimate challenge of Birmingham 2s. Another sporting powerhouse, Birmingham fancied their chances bringing a coach full of supporters to witness what they thought would be a comfortable away victory. The Birmingham side was one with a form card that read 11 wins and 1 loss, with a goal difference of +33. They had every right to believe that they would beat Manchester University away from home, but like all Manchester University sporting sides, Birmingham hadn’t factored in the ‘never say die’ attitude that sets us apart from the rest. The Owens XI were at a cross roads, succumbing to the occasion and reputations was one option or pulling together and realising their potential was the other. Like the travelling Barcelona fans visiting the Emirates, the Birmingham support were soon silenced with the Owens XI wining the semi-final 4-1 with a performance that encapsulated all their qualities of grit and talent.

En route to Wembley (Sheffield Hallam’s home ground) there have been a number of standout performances. Charlie Brooke and Andrew Rusbridge share the lead in the scoring charts with three each and Kieran Mulholland has collected a number of Man of the Match bottles of champagne. Special mentions also have to be extended to a number of players in their last season for the Owens, Peter Douglas the whippet that leads our offensive line, Anthony Pike the wily old fox in the midfield and Nick Little the wise magician in defence will all be giving everything on the 17/03/2011 to ensure silverware is brought back to Manchester.

Usually I would invite all readers to join my Nan in praying for us on the 17/03/2011 but from the events of this season, the ups and downs, the trials and tribulations, I can sense a quiet confidence about this side that perhaps has been lacking in the past. Speaking too soon and daydreaming of what might be has long been a romantic downfall of many Owens leaders in the past and whilst not wanting to upset the superstitious out there something just feels different about the final crunch game of this season. Having tasted bitter disappointed and lived through the elation of hard fought victories it’s a simple answer when faced with the question of which one we’d rather experience come the 17^th.

We will be hoping the girls 1^st XI can repeat our success and win their semi-final this Wednesday to make the day a joint club affair, but in the meantime the Owens XI will be doing everything they can to ensure victory.  It would be far too easy to sit here with my slice of caterpillar cake and Don Simon citrus cooler (amazing hangover battling combo) and dream of scenes of champagne, nudity and all night partying, but it would have been easy to crumble after the first disappointment of realising the promotion dream was gone, this team doesn’t do easy. It scores goals, fights and beavers for every victory and more recently stays cool, calm and collected when it has mattered. A power of three that we are hoping will be enough in the final. Watch this space…

Owens till we die!

I’m writing to you from the early hours of Monday morning this week and at this moment in time I am content with the world. I am half way through a glorious mug of hot chocolate that I covertly stole from work and smuggled back home and still with dreams of one day running my own Tony Montana drug cartel I have an episode of The Sopranos buffering in another window for pleasure and educational purposes. Will Tony put ‘fresh out of prison’ Richie back in his place after finding out Richie has been catching up on some lost time with his sister? And how will Christopher deal with two of his Uncle’s wise guys who are eager to climb the ladder in the Soprano Mafioso family? Whatever lies ahead it is an HBO production so I’m confident it will be gripping, representative of real life, filled with emotion and edited magnificently.

Moving on from my down time hobbies and onto the events of the last seven days in the life of the Owens, this week marked the introduction of December and with it the first snowfall of the year. This could only mean three things; all games would most definitely be cancelled, Elf would be on Sky Movies very soon and the Christmas market in town would look sexual and create even more of a Christmas feeling. But there were no nights in saving ones money for kilos of fudge that would certainly be purchased from the glorious looking market, this week saw the first Men’s Club Drinking Olympics and Club Curry.

Wednesday’s Olympic night started with a number of keen marathoners beginning their 50minute centurion. A few interesting tactics were being used during this test of stamina ranging from Pikey’s attempt to infiltrate his opponents minds with negative vibes, Mickey ‘tank arm’ Wilkinson’s tactical chunder approach before the final bend and Subber’s silent but deadly, focussed stance. It would all come down to the sprint finish, however. Meanwhile Bruce Bruce Bruce was picking up a handful of quick gold medals with victories in the 60m and Olympic Rings showing his metal as an early contender for fresher of the year. After the hammer throw was won by Stroker it was time for the marathon to come to an end. Which tactic would prevail as the most successful or could an outsider take the crown? It was time for the Haile Gebrsellassie kick down and as the 100^th shot was completed and pint readied. The Wilkinson TC was put into action, however it was John Ruiz ‘the quiet man’ aka Subbers who held his focus to sprint to victory.

Event organiser James Allington managed to secure himself two golds in the Super G and the photo-finish biathlon, successfully fighting off the challenge of Stroker. With Magro proving he has the sucking ability no heterosexual man should ever possess by winning the half pipe, only a handful of events remained for dreams to be made. ‘Eric the eel’ Kit Regan was just glad to be in the Olympic Village, bravely losing in most events he competed in, but arguably the most excitement came from the re-run of the hammer throw. So desperate was Heroin for that ever elusive gold he challenged Stoker’s previously winning time and smashed it by over 2 seconds! Stroker fresh from hearing his gold slip away from him was offered the chance to win his medal back. In a tantalisingly close finish it was Stroker who managed to beat the clock, beat Heroin and win back his gold in a nail biting conclusion. Shot put was won by gold thirsty Anthony Pike and triple jump by Ali Smith. After the bobsleigh and 4x100m were completed it was only the pint and dash to OP that was left to cap off a brilliant night and one that will undoubtedly become a yearly event.

The end of the week brought to many Manchester University students essay deadlines, one-to-one meetings with personal tutors and dissertation planning seminars however at 3pm on Friday circle commenced in RP bar for past and present members of the Owens, with a messy afternoon to follow. Club Curry not only allows current members a chance to get together but also a chance for a handful of Old Boys to make the return journey and reminisce of the golden years. This year was no exception and we were treated to ex-Club Chairmans, old Social Secs and newly employed Brokers, (Sam Grainger is a Broker by the way in case he didn’t mention it). Circle was unforgiving, collecting a few casualties early on and making the rest of the night extremely hazy, making this a difficult event to gather information on. A few lessons were learnt during the course of the night, however; don’t steal Finn’s drink, do not show public displays of affection in front of the whole girls and boys club Mr Little and the Curry Mile pastries are not like the dreams you find in the reduced section in Sainsburys at ten to 5 on a Sunday afternoon. The most valuable lesson learnt however would have to be one centred on Geography; any male hockey player wanting to discover the delights of a certain hockey girl, adopting a Langley Park post code will increase your chances enormously as Anthony Pike discovered. So much so that murmurs of Stevie Jeffries jumping on the band waggon are starting to spread like wild flower as this proud Langley Park student would be the first to admit to a past of sixth form nights out in the Slug in Beckenham.

Next week will hopefully be filled with some matches mid-week and of course AU Ball on Sunday. If matches are cancelled again on Wednesday I invite any member of the Owens to come ‘Ron Burgundy’ Tux shopping in town where the Claw will be giving free tutorials on how to look gangster in white and black and also how to find your soul mate from the girls club.

Thanks to all the old boys and girls that made it to Club Curry it was a joy to see you all, thanks to Haigy for getting a good group of over 20 lads booked for tour, thanks to RP’s for employing a delightfully looking and well-mannered bar maid to allow jeb watch to become active there for the first time in decades and thank you to the greater power that woke me up at half four on Saturday morning to allow me to hear my flatmates new chat up line of ‘I’m not into sports, I like Shakespeare’ in use to make my Saturday morning, post-curry, a happier experience.

Until next week, love you all, Owens till we die!

Another week in the life of the Owens has passed and what a crucial week it was. As I peer over my computer screen and see Ashley Young miss a chance that would have put Arsenal’s week in even deeper turmoil, oddly my stress and anger levels remain stable. Maybe this is because the flappy footed ex-Arsenal hero Robert Pires is in the maroon and blue today and I’m confused about where my loyalties lie for the next 90 minutes, or maybe it’s because deep down my anger/stress/sadness levels cannot be rumbled any more than they have been in the last 7 days. If this week was the bag of revels that were unsuccessfully hidden in my flatmates bottom bedside drawer, a Malteser, one of those minstrels without the hard coating, and a sickly coffee crème would be the three sweets I would have managed to bundle in my back pocket whilst he trots downstairs to answer the door. Although I’m overjoyed to have the shell less minstrel and Malteser to treat myself to I’m reluctant to man up and brave the coffee crème and I toss it on the floor, Phillips will clean it up anyway! Like this week’s sweet robbery two out of the three Owens fixtures were real treats and it won’t be hard to realise which one we’d all like to throw in the bin and choose again.

Whilst the 5s and 3s took a well-deserved week off this Wednesday the 4s, 2s and 1s were still pitted against tough opposition and wins in all three would catapult the 4s and 2s deep into the knockout stages of their cup competitions and secure the 1s position as league leaders.

The 4s turned out against Chester 2’s with victory their sole aim this Wednesday. The game started like any classic cup tie; cagey and filled with nerves, however, the old pros in the 4s kept their composure and opened the scoring after just five minutes. The tone was set early and the Owens never lifted their foot off the accelerator. With captain Coleman bagging four goals for himself and Mike eventually converting one of his 20 odd chances the Owens sailed to a 12-0 win. Even Peter Sidwell bullishly got himself onto the pitch and surprisingly found himself collecting a goal. Whilst this might shock many readers, as it did I when first reading Matt’s brief match report, he also described Sidwell’s coaching skills as Sir Alex Ferguson-esk, so whatever Matt has been smoking or whether pigs are actually flying over the 4s halftime team talks, we’ll call this victory the shell-less minstrel. Like a regular minstrel it has all the usual chocolatey delights, arguably even sweeter, however, when you’re surprised that you don’t have the hard outer coating stuck between your teeth.

It was therefore left to the 2s in the other cup tie of the day to replicate such a victory. All squad members were on time bar one. Whether he was booting two, three or even four girls out of his Oak House playboy pad, Bieber had collected early votes for DOD. The game started and with unusual ‘Lambrini Hockey’ compared to the Don Perignon vintage quality they usually display at home the 2s, after a few scares, realised what they had turned up to do. Impact substitute Chris ‘Hefner’ Phillips grabbed the game by the scruff of the neck and along with MOTM Mickey Wilkinson helped the 2s open the flood gates, notch up four goals and put the game to bed. This means the 2s have set up a clash with Liverpool Uni 1s in the new year and winning that will dramatically increase the potential for silverware. Whilst they showed the flare and finesse to get the upper hand in the tie it was their steely grit and solid core that sealed the victory for the mighty 2s awarding them with Malteser status this week. Leaving, sadly, only the distasteful coffee creme.

The 1s, unbeaten at the top of the table, knew that anything but a loss against title and promotion rivals Sheffield Hallam would get them one step closer to the playoffs. With a promising opening ten minutes where the Owens should have found themselves at least a goal up, the game took a turn for the worst when Hallam converted a short corner just before half time. The second half unfortunately saw the 1s play their worst hockey all year. With one shot to put the league to bed the Owens, like B Rabbit, completely choked and with no second chance rap battle against the Free World in a few weeks’ time it just leaves another year long wait. Whilst we remain joint top of the league, goal difference is against us and it would be surprising if Hallam threw their opportunity away. We will do everything we can to take it down to the wire by making sure we win our four remaining games and pray Hallam slip up but only time will tell. As the boy Jack Wilshere scores in the last minute to secure Arsenal a bounce back victory against Villa (suck it Ali), the 1s can take solace in the way the Gunners have turned round a disappointing week and will look to do the same away at Durham next week.

Next Wednesday not only offers all five teams a chance of 3 points, but also brings the historic milestone of Club Curry. This time next week members of the hockey club, male and female, will be rising from whatever/whoevers bed they find themselves in trying to recall what happened in the alcohol filled day before. Although Robbos might not be as glamorous as even the bin area outside the back of the Caesars Palace in the Nevada desert, after four hours of circle the Palace won’t even be in the same league and I’m excited just about reporting on it let alone rolling my sleeves up and getting stuck in.

Wednesday sees last week’s mystery bus nudist James Allington, organising a drinking Olympics to break up the weekly demands of circle. With Movember running out on the same night, the 80 Whitby boys will be eager to use their Dalglish tashes to their benefit one last time and AU promises to be a good one.

Although this week was a mixed bag for the members of the Owens I’m pretty sure my flatmate has some Eric the Elephant’s on his sainsburys.com to replace this week’s Revels, indicating that next Wednesday can only bring delights in the form of victories as well as sugary delights.

The measure of men is not how many times they can succeed but how many times they can pick themselves up and turn disappointments into success and as a team that is exactly what the 1s plan on doing next Wednesday and what the 5s, 4s, 3s and 2s have already shown this season.

Until next week, love you all, Owens till we die!

As I lay in my bed, curtains half covering a dark and depressing window dashed with remnants of yesterday’s rain storm, the smell of a fresh pot of coffee teasing my nostrils with the sounds of Stevie Wonder making sweet love to my eardrums, ever so often interrupted by Petey D complaining from the next room of a 7 year old Chinese kid ‘camping like a little bitch’ on Blackops I think back on another eventful week in the life of the Men’s Hockey Club. I reflect on an eventful mixed curry with the hockey girls, another fantastic AU social and the most successful string of bucs results this season.

Starting with the promising results from yesterday’s games it was only the 5^th team that failed to come away with 3 points.

Doug’s team played Man Met 2’s in what I hear was a frustrating 70 minutes of hockey. After various chances were squandered by Stig of the Dump and Jake Wilmot it was down to their coach, and umpire, Peter Sidwell who lent them a helping hand by allowing a controversial goal stand from the other end of the pitch after the Man Met goalkeeper was so confident it hadn’t touched an Owens stick in the D he stepped over the ball to allow it to hit the back board. The rabble from the Met had the bit between their teeth in the second half and managed to equalise and then go on to win the game 2-1 in the final ten minutes. However with a stand out performance from Sam Roe the 5s still find themselves 3^rd in their table with 60% of their fixtures remaining and are confident next week will be a different story.

Every other side in the club recorded victories home and away yesterday starting with a win for the banter 4s. After requesting their report a bit late this evening and not being able to understand a word that Heroin said in last nights end of circle match report I’m afraid I don’t have much info on their game but a win is a win, same again next week chaps.

The 3s game was marred by another Owens member getting hospitalised, only this time the perpetrator was his trusted leader, a unanimous Dick of the Day was a fitting reward for Croston who, despite nearly taking Henry’s head off with a reverse stick sweep to the forehead, led his team to a dominant 3-1 victory away at UCLAN with the bare 11! A day after his birthday, still with copious amounts of alcohol sloshing about in his stomach, Rory Dishman collected his first goal of the 2010/11 campaign. The highlight the day was their third goal which included Messi like skills to beat defenders and Michael Owen 18 yard box composure to nestle the ball into the bottom corner.

The 2s, also away this week, faced a test not only in the the form of their top of the table opponents but also as a result of decreasing numbers and a bad home defeat last week. Moral was low and something needed to change. With the umpires completely against them, disallowing two of their goals, the Owens 2s must have felt as though things couldn’t get any worse, but gentlemen the night is always darker before the dawn and in true Owens spirit they stuck together and goals from Allington, Mayes and fresher Will, with standout performances from Haigy and the skipper Tom Pru, the 2s came away with a 3-1 victory in what Rob Mayes described as ‘the best display of hockey he’s been involved in at uni.’

This only left the 1s to continue their glorious form and maintain their ‘Unbeaten’ status at home to the giant killers, Liverpool John Moores. With a student journalist from the purple pages watching eagerly on the side line trying to understand what all the fuss is about this team steamrolling its way to the playoffs it was important the 1s didn’t get ahead of themselves. All doubts of this were however squashed when they went into half time 2-0 up. The second half saw Liverpool try to claw back some compensation, however, with a third successive clean sheet the defence led by Ali Smith and goal keeper Peter Sidwell were not going to be beaten and the game finished 3-0. The stand out performance came from Nick ‘nice guy’ Clegg at right half and even though he had a goal disallowed skip Joe Fellows was very proud of what could have been a banana skin fixture for the 1s.

Socially the week has been a successful one for the men of Owens too. Although Wednesdays circle turn out wasn’t up to usual numbers, any spurs fan will tell you after the elation of a mid-week win at home to Inter Milan you can’t expect the same level of commitment and enthusiasm come kick off in the premiership on the Saturday and this was true after the delights of last week’s Netball Pub Golf. Even the biggest self-labelled lads such as James Haig had to have a Wednesday off. Speed dating will be saved for another week! Those that made it out a few nights earlier to the mixed curry were treated to a banter filled night including right hooks Audley Harrison should have been practicing on a girl that wouldn’t stop pulling Clem in the fresher spoof. This Stan Collymore protégé was awarded with his circle name immediately and now faces a tough task to bag that elusive cross club sexual relation with a nickname of ‘wife beater.’ A few members used the night as research and it looks as if the replacement for RP’s bar has been found, in the Queen of Hearts parking lot, for when we eventually get turfed out for too much drinking related carnage. It also doubles up as a remarkable hiding place for unused alcohol containers. After cross club relations were increased on Sunday night in Robbos, Wednesday’s circle and AU promised to be outstanding. Alouettes resulting in a 50% ‘pint over the head’ conversion rate shows promise for the men of Owens. Days of guys snapping banjos on half conscience hockey girls and getting humiliated in this old tradition seem to be long gone and replaced by a new breed of sexual adonis’.

Big respect to the mystery hockey member who got naked on the magic bus to Tiger Tiger last night and to those who bleed for the cause, Henry being added to the list with Kav. I’d just like to remind captains that match reports after circle are a chance to inspire and lift peoples spirits not to be used as a tool to publically humiliate other members Tom Pru!

Finally, another week has gone and teams are reaching the half-way point in their leagues. It is good to see teams turning around unfortunate starts to their seasons and others maintaining winning attitudes. You have to aim high to rise gentlemen and with title deciding fixtures, AU Balls and Club Curry’s still on the horizon the men of Owens are aiming higher than ever before.

Until next week, love you all, Owens till we die!