An Ode to the lads of Coylton

From the first blow of the whistle that was lost in the howling wind that blighted our opener against the Troon pretenders, to the last tired kick of the ball against Champions elect, I think you would all agree, that was some season! Many a lesser team would have committed Hari-Kari long ago but the idea of falling onto our own sword never entered our thoughts, well done to every one of you. With experience firmly banked for future use, we look forward now to the new battles ahead, ones we will face better equipped than last time, and ones that only they, the others, will fear...for we are Coylton!

Success without honour is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won't taste good. ~Joe Paterno