Date: Saturday 26th October 2025
Venue: Home – Witham
Result: Witham Ladies 1st XI 2 – 1 Crostyx 2s

The pitch at Witham was quiet before the storm. A low October sun hung over the turf like a watchful eye, casting long shadows across the lines. The kind of day where something was bound to happen — and it did.

From the first whistle, Witham Ladies 1st XI moved like a machine built from sweat, grit, and a shared understanding that this game mattered. Crostyx 2s came with intent, but Witham came with purpose. The first half was a slow burn, tension building with every pass, every interception, every shout from the sideline. Then, in the 34th minute, Amy broke through. She didn’t just score — she slipped the ball around the keeper with the kind of calm that makes defenders question their life choices. It was a goal born of pressure, precision, and a little bit of magic.

But Crostyx weren’t done. They clawed one back in the 44th minute, a goal that felt like a cold wind through the dugout. The scoreline was level, but the mood wasn’t. Witham regrouped. They didn’t panic. They pressed. And in the 56th minute, Adriana found herself on the end of a cross-goal ball from Chloe. She didn’t hesitate. She finished. And just like that, the balance tipped back.

Moose, in goal, was a fortress. Not just one save — three, back-to-back, like a horror movie villain refusing to die. Leanne, usually a defender, had a cameo in midfield and somehow ended up in the opposite D. Jess made a stick stop on the post that could’ve been written into a thriller. Amelia ran like she was being chased, tracking every Crostyx move and shutting them down before they could breathe. Luce, despite her existential confusion over what “settle and calm it down” meant, distributed the ball like a seasoned general. She also earned Muppet of the Match for shouting “Finish it!” to Sarah from 30 metres outside the D — a moment that will live in infamy.

Chloe Campbell was the heartbeat of the team. Composed, relentless, and everywhere at once. She earned Player of the Match not just for her running, but for her ability to make the game bend to her rhythm. Chloe PJ soaked up pressure like a sponge in a haunted house — calm, steady, and unshaken. Natasha ran her socks off, covering every blade of grass like it owed her money. Sarah intercepted back passes like she had a sixth sense. Eve held the midfield with a hook so firm it left a stick imprint — a ghostly reminder of her presence. And Lauren? Lauren was chaos incarnate, running through midfield like a poltergeist, causing problems Crostyx couldn’t solve.

The final whistle blew. The shadows stretched longer. Witham had won — not just the game, but the battle of will, wit, and weirdness. And somewhere in the distance, you could still hear Luce shouting “Finish it!”