Royal Goaltimate Society

On brisk Saturday mornings, London slowly emerges from its foggy shroud. Mist still tugs at the grass of the common as the dull thud of a rubber mallet breaks the morning's silence. Flashes of dayglo orange pierce the green backdrop. A chant rises seemingly from the ground itself - "If you build it, they will come." Suddenly, a structure cuts across the sky. The golden arch calls out! Across the city - from the shores of Bethnal Green to the depths of Streatham - players heed the signal. Drawn from the clubs of Iceni, Clapham, Ka-Pow!, Fire and beyond, these erstwhile competitors converge on the common. It is time for the glorious sport of goaltimate.