11/08/2026
Dear diary,
It’s been weeks since my last confession/entry/divulgence. In that time, dearest diary, the Mentors have shipped 13 goals in 3 games in foul weather, two of those matches played at Delaney Park on a ground that looks like it’s out of one of those grainy films from the 1970s, as lumbering centre halves carved their way through mud in places like Bradford and Peterborough.
Injuries have take their toll and while the Mentors’ can never be accused of not having moxie or spirit, there hasn’t been that cutting edge that better grounds and certain players can bring to the fold.
On 25 July, there was a loss to dirty old Stop Out at the most malodorous ground in the region, Hutt Park. While the stench from nearby Seaview hung over the ground like a pall and the wind and the rain were sideways, the home side made the better of the dreadful conditions. Playing with the wind at their backs in the opening half, Stop Out went 3-nil to the good as the ground cut up and the Mentors struggled to get the ball out of the puddles and anywhere as the gale bared its teeth.
Stop Out, to their credit, played well into the wind, scoring 4 in the second half. The Mentors, through Spence (off his head!), Blair (off his head!) and DJ (with his foot!) dragged the goal difference back a little, but our porous defence left Ben stranded more than once. The fact he gave Stop Out an early advantage by throwing the ball into the back of a retreating striker, and that one of the home team’s goals was miiiiiiiiiiiiiles offside is by the by – the Mentors didn’t deserve a good result as no one adapted to the field and weather environment.
Much worse than the 7-3 defeat was the loss of the Applez. On one of his mazy, crossfield, hobbit-on-an-adventure runs across the front of the Stop Out defensive line in the first half, he hit the deck hard…… and dislocated his shoulder. A quick attempt to put the b**g shoulder back in failed, so an ambulance was called. They too had trouble doing a procedure in the back of the bus, so off to hospital Applez went.
We heard from him later that it went back in ok and at the quiz night some weeks later Applez was in good spirits, but his football is done for the winter. Hopefully not forever, but when you have a shoulder that regularly pops out of its socket, you’re left with two options: more surgery, or retirement. We hope it’s not the latter as Applez leaves a huge role with his workrate and uncanny ability to score goals off his bum and knee.
The 2-0 loss to Marist a week later was galling. Yes, Delaney # 1 was hideous to play on, but the Mentors played like guiless chooks, and Marist feasted on the buffet that was served up to them.
Cheltenham’s Meat Shield, Symon King, put his concrete shoulders into the fray more than once and was a walrus in defence, but the midfield were at sea in the boggy mire, while not much happened up front. The shield of meat quite rightly went off like a bat in a biscuit tin at his players for not showing any bottle – giving the ball away frequently, putting himself and other defenders under too much pressure, not making the right decisions.
The match had 0-0 written all over it, before a Marist striker stole in behind the Mentors’ defence in the second half and slotted it under Ben. And not only did he score, but in doing so followed through and clipped Aquaman’s ankle – the big fella was forced off and replaced in goal by the Snakes’ loanee player, Phil, who’s resting blood pressure is never anything below “searing”. We all learnt some new curse words from Phil that day.
As per usual Blair, Spence and Jareth worked their socks off in the grassless morass that was Delaney 1 but it was a match where the plane was parked on the ground and never took flight. Without Applez and the Gazelle (the latter’s new career as a pet food taster keeping him busy), the Mentors are light up top, although Stu gamely puts himself around to pester defences.
So, to Saturday, and a match against Karori on # 1 again where we knew 3 points could put a golden tinge on what’s been a terrible season.
Alas, the 4-1 loss sums up a lot. Stu scored an excellent goal and it was fantastic to see Dan Jarvis take time away from teaching yoga in caravan parks to stand in goal for us, but it was much the same.
Daniel made a couple of tidy saves in the first half with his dinner plate-sized mitts, but a mish*t shot at goal made it 1-0, before a defensive lapse (Dando) let a striker hare away to round Dan for 2-0. Although Stu brought it back to 2-1 with a nice finish, Blue unfortunately putting one into his own goal summed up the day.
It wasn’t that Karori were a much, much better team. Or that the Mentors have give up. None of that. It’s that this is a team down on a bit of confidence, has a mounting injury toll and a lack of a striker that can score goals for fun.
Luckily, aside from Dando having his nose slightly rearranged to one side, there were no injuries in the loss to Karori. Heads are down, but the determination to carry on is still there. Jarvo couldn’t walk Sunday after his booming drop kicks and woooooing, but we hope to get Jason Momoa back between the sticks for the final two games.
A handful of Mentors have seen this team go through steep drops and sharp turns in the past decade – from 14 points in Masters 1 just a few years ago, to making the decision to drop out of that grade as players leave, to where we are now. Flying the flag comes with the need to put your head over the parapet and stare into danger every week and there’s no sign of that stopping anytime soon.
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