BACK IN THE FRIDGE
When we first moved up (and in my case back) to Edinburgh the dominant element of our winter social life was in Murrayfield Ice Rink. From September until March there would be few weekends when we wouldn't be in our regular seats, shouting on the Caps, and getting to know more and more people in the crowd. But after March '18 there was no more Caps to go and support. They lost their contract for the ice time at the rink, and were replaced by Murrayfield Racers. We did try a couple of visits to see the latter, but it wasn't the same. I knew too much about the way their management, and that of the rink, had gone about things and it neve sat well with me. I couldn't become a Racers fan.
In 2020 the rink closed due to lockdown, and thereafter failed to reopen, due to a combination of technical and financial problems. This summer brought the surprise move that not only would it be opening, but the new owners were involved with the Edinburgh Capitals, and they would be back on the ice for the 22/23 season. Not at the same pro level they had been back in the old days, but in Scottish National League. A lower, slower standard of hockey. But still hockey. And still our team.
For various reasons there were delays in getting the rink operating again. The team had to travel to train and play only away matches. But they were back, and starting to win some games. We went up to Dundee to see one match and enjoyed what we saw. But it's never the same as being at home. Last night reminded us why.
We wondered what sort of crowd would turn up. If there would be anything like the same enthusiasm and passion that the fans had always brought, even when they were watching defeat after defeat. If the spectacle would be as engrossing, and emotionally involving, as it had been. And if they really still were 'our' Caps.
There was, it was, and they were. I don't know the numbers, but that was one of the biggest crowds I've ever seen at a hockey match in The Fridge of Dreams. The crowd were behind the team, and there was still the same emotional connection. It'll take me a few games to be able to immediately recognise all our players. I can happily accept that the standard of play is lower than that which we'd once been used to, because there's still that sense of involvement in the game itself. That feeling of being a part of something greater than yourself. Belonging.
There have been a lot of improvements to the place itself, but mostly it remains the old barn we both laughed at and loved. The same old rickety seating, the same dodgy PA system, and, very definitely, the same temperature that earned it the name Freezerfield. And, for this game, same old Caps. Looking like they were going to get hammered, suddenly generating a surge of hope, and ultimate disappointment. From 0-5 down they got back to 3-5, and all seemed possible again. Until the next goal. It ended 4-6. Against the league leaders, so we can't complain too much. There will be wins coming soon...
