I screamed, I clapped, I found my perfect game

In her bid to find a sport to fall in love with, Marie Le Conte is won over by ice hockey

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Look, you'll laugh when I tell you this. I'm aware. Still, I have to write it down: the white wine at Sapphire Ice & Leisure centre in Romford wasn't very good. Somehow, it tasted both of syrup and vinegar. Before you say or think anything, there is some crucial information I need to add at this stage.

As I'd booked my ticket to the game, a waiver informed me that “ice hockey can be a dangerous sport — please keep your eye on the puck at all times”. If we were to try to rank ourselves as a species, from least to most anxious, I doubt I'd make it to the top 6 billion.

I'd had to travel for an hour on a Sunday night in the cold and the dark all by myself, to watch something I knew little about, and apparently I was also about to lose a tooth, or maybe get my nose broken. Wouldn’t you have gone for a hideous glass of plonk too, in my shoes?