Never mind the 300 fear the 677!! Yes a staggering
average age of 45.133333333!!!
A second win for a side packed full of experience and
decision makers, at least I get to do the toss every week!
In another bad advert for global warming we once again
cast aside our Zimmers on an unseasonally hot September Saturday against a
cocktail of two thirds Ashby one third Yards.
Good to see Dave Hanson arriving relatively punctually
for him only three minutes into the game; obviously missing the pre-team talk
about not running at every opportunity and from deep given the conditions, and
refreshing to see that the rest of the three quarters in Fitz, Cedric & Nev
also took this advice on board and decided to join him in the opening fifteen
minutes playing some great looking champagne rugby.
I assume this was in lieu of a warm up?? But in
fairness we did look f**king good attacking from all over the Park in that
opening spell, in which first Phil Evans then Dave himself crossed the line both
under under the posts, Chicken's try after a typically swivel hipped run up the
middle, both tries converted with ease by Dave Rollins.
After more pressure Ashby conceded a penalty, and
thinking it may be a tighter game I decided the three points might be useful,
Ralph stepping to add to his tally.
Our scrum rock steady causing the Ashby eight all
manner of problems, taking three against the head, with our front row of Mark
Baldwin, Rick Lowe and specialist loosehead John Lonie causing their opposite
numbers all manner of bother, although John & Mark's definitions of going
low apparently need some further work. Again without the hard work in the engine
room provided by Phil Gouldbourn & Andy Killarney this wouldn't
happen...they tell me.
Another great performance from Nick Levey in a good
match-up against our own Marcus Hope, and similarly Phil "the General" Evans
living in the Presidents shorts for most of the game and having to endure Sid's
seemingly incessant tirade in a vain attempt to influence the referee in
everything from the laws of the game to the laws of gravity!
After a barnstorming run by the side's colt Alan Arkell
belying his 39 youthful years, relative lack of experience and two dodgy knees
being finally stopped short of the line and passing inside to No.8 Roger Lazenby
in close support to score under the posts (after coersion by the skipper). Again
converted by Dave Rollins.
Half time saw the average age go up a notch with the
addition of the evergreen Tom Power being slotted in, in Mike Catt's role of
second fly half with some cultured positional kicking keeping Ashby pinned back
in their own half and culminating in a great interchange of passes and an
unselfish pass to Ralph to score under the posts, adding further to his
increasing tally with the conversion.
Also at half time with Cedric apparently going lame he took refuge on the
wing, to stay out of harms way, to keep out of trouble, to prevent further
injury (see where I'm going here) and ends up going on two great lengthy runs on
one leg and scoring our fifth try, converted by Jonny sorry Ralph.
The final try being scored by this week's man of the match Phil Goldbourn
after a great forward drive, Phil & ball finally being picked up and carried
over the line by the Colt Arkell. Phil took everything kindly and rather
curiously thrown to him by the Ashby hooker in the lineouts and set off up the
park ball in hand on numerous occasions eating up the yards with that immense
stride. Again converted by Ralph who top scored with a try, six conversions and
a penalty, and had I realised it earlier we'd have contrived to set up a drop
goal to give him the "full set".
At the request of the Ashby skipper we knocked off ten or fifteen minutes
early, convinced obviously we were hurtling towards a half century.
Thanks too to Sid, Junior,Steve, Rob, Marcus and also in the second half
Ian for making the game that little bit more extra competative!!!
Next week our toughest test so far with a road trip to Old Halesonians, but
don't see why we cannot continue our great start to the season.
ps oh they somehow scored ten when we weren't looking!