“Since joining I’ve never looked back”
I arrived at Warwick with two main goals: 1) get a good degree so I can sell my soul to the city in an attempt to make ludicrous amounts of money only to find that George Osborne has raised the interest on student loan repayments and has taken all of that money that I worked 110 hours a week to earn straight back; 2) have fun. As a MORSE student the former should be achievable, and being part of the UWMHC has certainly taken care of the latter. I was fortunate; as the younger brother of Warwick alumnus and UWMHC legend (apparently…), “Text," I was strongly encouraged to join the men’s hockey club upon arrival at Uni. Some weren’t so lucky, and misguidedly joined the likes of mixed hockey - their souls are lost forever.
Since joining I’ve never looked back. I had played hockey throughout secondary school, but having never played hockey before should definitely not put anyone off joining the club. After trials I was placed in the 3rd team, where I played for the first half of term one. I loved playing for Team SVAE (a name which I can only assume is meant to be ironic), but after hard work in both training, and matches, I was promoted to the 2nd team (Le Chirps), where I have played ever since. Whatever team you end up playing for, it’s great to be part of such an inclusive club where ability to play hockey well (or even at all) doesn’t rank that highly on the criteria for getting involved in the club, just ask our outgoing chairmen. In fact, some argue that there is a correlation between playing in the 1s and being boring, whether this is a causative relationship remains to be seen.
The highlight of the year on the hockey side of things for me was probably the 2s’ trip to Oxford Brookes, where we somehow stole a point, and enjoyed the traditional West Midlands meal of KFC and port. Wednesday fixtures are always the most enjoyable, and bus journeys home from away matches are definitely an experience not to be missed. Port, cheeseboards, cans, fresh factor, rewriting the lyrics to Jerusalem are yet more traditions to be experienced. That’s all before we even get to circle, where purple is poured, purple is drank, songs are sung and even on occasion, games are played. And all this before the climax of the entire week - POP. POP is a holy pilgrimage that results in an awakening of the soul, and has definitely never ever led to any regrettable decisions, ever.
Besides playing matches every other Wednesday and every Saturday, the UWMHC has a lot going on off the hockey pitch: the annual talent show (won that one, cheers); the CMD Sport Relief Dance competition (didn’t win that one, thanks for nothing Sid); dom tour and ‘spring tour’; countless socials and club meals; varsity weekend in which we all get to watch the 1s smash Coventry Polytechnic, and then watch the rugby lads do the same at the Ricoh Arena - there really is so much to do as part of this club.
The AGM took place in term 2, where we, the members of the club, got to elect our leaders for the coming year. Just like the DNC, the outgoing EAM managed to ensure that any debates were pointless and that the candidate they had already decided would win, won. Despite strong opposition (…), I secured the position of Chirps Commander, a role which many consider to be where the real power is held in the club. All in all the night was a thrilling experience which kept me on the edge of my seat for all 8 hours.
As my first year at Warwick draws to a close, I can safely say that becoming a ‘Magman’ was the best decision I’ve made since arriving. With any luck, the next two years will be even better.
TL;DR I came to Warwick, joined the hockey club, it was good.
Updated 11:42 - 27 Feb 2017 by Magnificent Men