
Brian Wagner wrote this back in 2008. It perfectly describes the craziness that was Sydney Bike Polo when a lot of us were first starting to play. Starting to really miss those days (but not the wooden mallets).
Every Sunday afternoon in Sydney a group of bike fanatics meet to sweat off their hangovers with a clash of mallets and bicycles. Players of the Sydney Bicycle Polo League can be found laughing, pedalling, wincing in pain, and crossing mallets; all tucked away on a basketball court just off King Street in Newtown.

Hardcourt Bike Polo has only recently become a regular event in Sydney but had been played on and off during the last few years after local messenger, ‘Smokin’ Joe Cavanagh first saw it in the States. “I first played in Seattle in 2003 and I quickly fell in love with the game.” European and North American Bike messengers adapted the game from the original bicycle version, invented in 1891, which is still played on a grass field. The hardcourt version, played on an asphalt or concrete surface, can be found played in most major cities with a healthy bicycle messenger community. Mallets are homemade, the length of which is usually a ski pole, golf club, and sometimes a broom handle. The mallet head is made of high density plastic piping or timber. Most games, including Sydney’s, have spare mallets for people wanting to give the sport a swing. Just remember to bring your own bicycle, the more beat-up the better.

At two-thirty some of the players put down their beers for bikes and start the first game. Teams are randomly selected and they retreat to face each other from opposite ends of the court. After a brief countdown the court starts to seethes with skidding bikes, swinging mallets and boisterous howls. Players from both teams sprint head-on and lunge out with their mallets to try and claim the roller hockey ball from centre court. Orders along with encouragement and more than the occasional sledge come from those on the court; and as loudly from the other side of the fence, where a small but animated crowd watches from the grass. The game is definitely one for spectators. Six riders scramble around the cage in pursuit of an orange ball and hopefully a goal; and with courts usually having at least three sides to view from, the action is non-stop and close up.

Rules here are few and easily picked up on. Teams are usually three a side. Put a foot to ground and ‘get out of it!’, then tap the centre of the side of the court with your mallet before re-joining play. A goal can only be scored when striking the ball with the round end of the head of the mallet. After a goal, the scoring team has to circle back around their goal to give the opposition time to reorganise. Rules can vary slightly from city to city though, “That’s the beauty of the game – you play it how you want to. The less rules the better so you don’t need a referee.” explains Joe.

The Sydney league is quite physical when compared to much of the play in Europe. Shoulder barging, mallet throwing and front wheels being hooked out from under riders is common practice. With the level of physicality and team names like ‘Justifiable Genocide’, one might get the impression that riders new to the league would leave with their tail between their legs. Anything but however, a friendly and all welcome attitude runs among the fifteen or so regulars. “I’ve improved a lot, but even my first game was heaps of fun.” says bike mechanic Lewis Ciddor, who hasn’t missed a game since his first. After heated disputes over the validity of goals (during which the game never slows) and rather harsh revenge challenges, you half expect a fight to break out after the winning goal is cracked through the narrow posts. However, after wiping sweat and blood from their bodies, the players seem strangely satisfied. They joke over follies and congratulate each other on good manoeuvres; score and victory being irrelevant as long as it was a “good game”.

With the bicycle becoming an ever more popular tool for transport and recreation in Sydney, this fledgling sport seems likely to gain a wider following. Bike messengers are already excited at the prospect of competing against the world’s best in Tokyo, next September, as part of the Cycle Messenger World Championships. With the emphasis on fun however, most players are content with keep things relaxed. “I’m not too fussed,” says Joe, “I’m happy for the Sunday league to continue and maybe we could have interstate comp.”

By Brian Wagner
Photographs by Kurt Petersen Photography