Saturday found us at
my old club Silhillians in a game against their 3rds (of which 3 of them were)
the rest being made up of Colts, recent first teamers (the scrum half) and
Birmingham Civil Service (whom curiously I noticed didn't have a first team
fixture Saturday!!)
A relatively young
side then, so first lineout "How old are you then nip?" I enquired of my
opposite number "17" he gleefully replied, "oh only a thirty year age gap then",
which with the exception of their fly half at 40, I think went for the majority
of their threequarters as we we found out almost
immediately.
The toss won (again)
we elected to play into the fairly stiff breeze in the first
half.....
So 12 minutes in....
28-0 down, not the best of starts we've had this season chaps, don't think we
can argue that a couple of wrong decisions, friendly tackling, some unusual
kicking, and an unfortunate interception helped our cause at this
point.
But having finally
got our sh*t together the pack took it into the faces of their eight with some
lively encounters in both the tight and loose, with Shannon, Jenksy & Dai
really working over their less handsome front three, allowing us to repeatedly
pummel their line and seeing the General and Nick "the Barrel" Palmer both going
over for tries both converted by Ralph. Our driving mauls were giving their
"less experienced" eight all manner of problems with our two big units John
& Phil, and Andy uncustomary playing at No.8 having all sorts of fun.
Then the game's
first controversy involving their feisty Civil Service No.8 having driven them
back ten yards, he decided to take issue with Captain Flounder for some small
amount of naughtiness on my part and dragged me out of the maul for a bit of
individual recreation...thanks to those who came to my aid...smiles all round.
However , with his card now marked and the red mist now well and truly having
descended he lasted only a more few minutes before being quite rightly yellow
carded by the Welsh referee for trying to clear out a ruck in rather an
energetic manner.
Losing our wingman
Cedric in the first half, he must get those dodgy rubber bands of his sorted
gave me the opportunity to "select" one of their players, and have to admit I
know James Clarke who came on and scored a brace in the second half. Amazingly
Jim is actually a prop, who has been playing on the wing for Civil Service
Ones (another hint) this season.
Our threequarters of
Ralph, Fitz, Nick, Ian & Callum were called upon time and again covering all
manner of hard yards to keep us in the game with their lively (read young) backs
running from everywhere.
Losing Rick with an
overworked groin playing out of position at blind side (much more running about
than in the front row obviously) meant another BCS lad Tom having to come on for
us. Then Captain Flounder departed having been shot in the leg by a sniper on
the grassy knoll (NOTE:new on field skipper required for next few
weeks)
So there we are
mid-way in the second half and only nine points adrift 33-24, and I think the
Vandals at the gate, their kids not having been in as many dog fights as us
obviously and beginning to loose shape & nerve; then a scrum on the halfway
line, an unfortunate strike and one against the head to them leading to another
score and our resistance effectively ended. Two more late on, one converted from
the touchline final score a flattering 50-24.
On reflection
looking at it, If you take the three soft tries in the first ten and the last
two tries when we were quite simply f**ked it could have been a damn sight
closer on another day.
This weeks Man of
the Match goes to Phil Goldbourn for another oustanding performance all round
from either taking or destroying any quality ball on their lineouts, some great
restart catches and runs (God knows we had quite a few) and getting around the
park, not bad for 49.
For the first time
this season we were notably silent in the changing room after the game, which I
know was down to the sheer physical effort put in by each & every member of
the team for the last seventy minutes and I think no small amount of
disappointment knowing that we came so close at one point to clawing our way
back into a game when all seemed lost, and for that I was immensely proud of our
performance.