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Archive - Millwall Match ReportsSeason 2003 / 2004Click on any one of the links below to view the match report, then use the <top> link (at the end of every report) to return here. Warning: These reports are not official. In most cases they were written by players or spectators and no attempt has been made to check the accuracy of the reports, let alone to remove the swear words!
Basildon 10-a-side tournament - 10th August 2003 Millwall enjoy a day in the Sun at Basildon On Saturday 10th August, Millwalll took part in the Basildon Super 10’s.
As the first of our pre season tournaments, and with some of the hottest
weather ever recorded in British history, this was going to be a stern
test of skill and fitness levels. Luckily Millwall were more than up
to the task. 6/09/03 The first competitive game of the season saw the Millwall first XV start as they mean to go on with an 18-14 win over May & Baker in the preliminary round of the Powergen Junior Vase cup. The club were running a little short of numbers due to a raft of players heading off to Twikenham to watch the last warm up game for England before they left for the world cup and avenge there defeat at the hands of the French in Marseille. One or two Llama’s were drafted in to cover for the firsts so the team that took to the field was not as strong as it could be. From the start the Millwall front row began to dominate the scrums and the M&B pack were suffering. The pitch was quite hard and the game was very open with lots of running rugby being played by both sides. After the end of the first half one of the facts that was obviouse form the sidelines was the impressive tackling by Millwall especially by the midfield of Chris, Nick & Phil. In the second half of the game Millwall played some excellent rugby Grumpy (playing his 50th game for Millwall) even managed not to drop the ball in a couple of play’s. Chris deservedly got a black eye during the game and with hindsight will be questioning his decision to ware a new pair of shiney white boots!!!
13/09/03 A spirited all-round performance from the Llamas last weekend saw the lads tear apart what little resistance Pegasus Palmerians were able to offer. With everyone wanting to forget the previous weeks disastrous encounter, all were up for a tough match. Despite some pre-match jitters when the opposition arrived, looking a lot larger than we remembered, the boys got stuck in, and gave it their all. It was not long before it became all too obvious that a young mobile pack were not going to be done in by their bulkier opponents. Whilst the phrase “Champagne Rugby” is used all too often, on this particular occasion you may be forgiven for throwing it into your commentary. Millwall jerseys, like men possessed, seemed to be everywhere, snapping at the Palmerians’ heels every move of the game. Hunting in packs, the boys rucked, mauled and sliced through the Pegasus defense like hot knives cutting through butter. The support was excellent with each ball carrier being spoilt for options both on the inside and out. By half time we were fully in control of the game and led with a barrage of 51-0 points coming from tries by Sam Webb, Terrence White (2), Brian Lindsay, Andy Jones (2), Olly Arthey and Simon Wicks. The kicking was ably done by Phil Aspden and Terrence including a “peach” of a drop goal coming from some created space in open play (such audacity would not go unnoticed, as Terence was to find out when the man of the match nominations were considered). The second half picked up exactly where we left off with tries coming from Cheese (2), Simon Wicks (2), Robin Parker, and Antoon Lombard (2). Again Phil Aspden stepped up to do the converting duties. If the Palmerians’ were concerned by both the impending scoreline and sweltering heat of the afternoon, they were positively drained by the time that we made some substitutions and brought on the big guns. Stepping up for duty, Adam Crawford and Mike Costin made some incisive runs, crossing the advantage line with impunity. Pegasus made one final push for the line, throwing every man in behind the ball, in an attempt to cross the line. But in a show of defiance, the Millwall line was not to be crossed, not on this day. The final whistle blew, and with it a mixture of emotions. The Palmerians only too glad to get into the clubhouse with a few cold ones, the Llamas a deep feeling of satisfaction, “job done.” The final score stood at 90-0 and whilst this may not be a club record
(Millwall Firsts vs Ongar last season hold that illustrious win of 152-13)
it is certainly a Llamas record and, although not confirmed yet, may
be the only win for both teams on the same weekend without conceding
a point.
13 th September 2003 The view from inside the scrum… A warm and sunny afternoon at Victoria Park saw the Millwall 1st XV take to the field for their first outing in Essex Division 3. Our opponents were the Pegasus Palmerians who started the game as they meant to go on, with their fly half kicking away possession right from the outset as the kick-off did not travel the mandatory 10 metres. The ensuing scrum, which given the choice of referee for the afternoon was to be one of many, gave the Millwall pack their first chance to stamp their superior strength and technique on the game. With a cry of "Cut, sink AND IN" Wiggy led the charge into the scrummage which, as was to be the case all afternoon, Millwall dominated. The crowd (led by Adam Cottis, Mike Marques and Chris McCaferty) didn't have to wait long for the first of the Millwall's 5 try's, as Grumpy sniping from a good drive by the Millwall pack dived over the line for 5 points, which Phil Antenbring nonchalantly increased to 7 by a well placed conversion. The second of our scores came from an opposition line out, just outside their 22. Although our pack were my no means the tallest ever fielded (which did lead to a few problems in retaining our own line-out ball), our ability to secure lose ball and produce forward momentum in contact situations more than compensated for our lack of height as Eoin O'Connor rampaged over the oppositions line for another score after the ball had been stolen at the back of the line. Good scrummaging and driving work from the front five allowed the back row to support our running backs all game which led to the inevitable Phil Anterbring score midway through the first half, which he duly converted, 19-nil to Millwall. Despite the Pegasus centres showing some signs that they were actually able to run with the ball, the sight of Phil and Craig Kruger closing in on their fly half resulted in a very predictable kicking game from their number 10, which allowed John "run across the pitch" Geromoschos, Flex and Coops plenty of opportunities to run the ball back at the opposition back line. In fact Kruger, so incensed about the inability of the opposition to place themselves in tackleable positions did resort to attempting to spear tackle an entire maul at one stage, one hell of a sight, but unfortunately was met by yet another penalty signal from the ref. The fourth Millwall try again belonged to the forwards as a huge drive down the left wing allowed John McLachlan to dive over the line for a 26 - 0 lead at half time. Whether it was the amount of beer consumed on the Friday night (or in Wiggy's case that morning!), the heat of the September sun, the continued analysis of Grumpy's superb reverse pass or Jamie Rockman's team talk at half time, our performance did begin to falter in the second half. The only try of the period came from a quick Palmerians line out which Rick Hermon superbly disrupted leading to a hasty clearance kick from the Pegasus backs which Flex skillfully blocked with his forehead, and as the ball fell into his arms he conclude a Martin Offiahesque score in the left corner. Although the opposition were allowed back into the game in the second 40, the Millwall defence never faltered and all 15 players should be commended for a professional performance for the entire 80 mins which led to a very gratifying 31 - nil score.
With the sun blazing at a scorching 29 degrees, the Llamas headed to Fortress Vicky for their first Merit Table (and home) game of the season. Despite losing an Aussie and a Frog before leaving the farm, the Llamas were able to field a full side including Glyn "I'm retired" Bevan and several South African friends of Antoon. After about an hour and a half of faffing about trying to find a referee, the match kicked off to a frantic pace. With 7 players making their Millwall debut, the opening stages of play were scrappy to say the least. Canvey were the first to settle down and first on the score sheet. Unfortunately, Millwall were unable to replicate their calmness and fell victim to several un-forced errors as Canvey poured on several more tries. Towards the end of the first half, just as Millwall had begun to regain some composure, Captain Brian Lindsay left the field with a minor neck injury. For most teams, losing a player of Brian's calibre would be a major blow, but the Llamas forward pack pressed on with Sam Webb and Rick's mate Brendan making much needed runs into the opposition 22. Half time couldn't come quick enough for Millwall. An inspirational speech from Glyn Bevan (who at this point had not taken the field) and hooker Gareth Bateley gave the Llamas confidence as they ran out for the second stanza. On the back of a few generous penalties from the referee (who looked a bit like benny hill), Millwall got their line out going. Robin Parker claimed most, if not all line outs (including opposition throw ins) and the weight of possession was shifted to the Llamas as they spent the most part camped in the Canvey 22. Fly half David Hoy impressed some flashes of brilliance with the ball and showed despite his size, no opposition player was too big for him to tackle. A strong gallop from Antoon Lombard backed up by a storming run by Sam Webb got Canvey on the back foot. Brendan (Rick's mate) took full advantage and barnstormed his way over the line in the corner for Millwall's first try. Having worked so hard for so long, the Llamas were pretty happy to get points on the board. However Canvey showed they weren't too happy letting in a try and piled on a few of their own in response. Whilst deep in their own 22 on several occasions, they resorted to the scrum half kicking for field position from the back of the scrum. It wasn't long before youngster Robin Parker picked up on this and started diving at the opposition number 9 as he attempted to get the kick away. His persistence paid off eventually cleanly striking the ball into touch. Nobody will forget Robin jumping to his feet and sticking a finger in the face of the opposition scrum half. Robin was pumped and it rubbed off on his fellow forward pack. Some more line outs won and another penalty got the Llamas back into the Canvey 22. From the tap, Antoon took a long arching run at the defence, getting close to the sideline. As 'toon began to straighten up, more defensive help came but it would be too late as he crashed over taking 3 Canvey backs along for the ride. Unfortunately, the absence of a recognised kicker left the final score at 39-10 but the Llamas can be proud of their efforts in the heat, particularly the second half. Robin Parker was again a stand out in the forwards. Eventually, he will be punished for receiving so many Man of the Match awards. In true Millwall tradition, the 7 players who made their debut were sufficiently punished back at the Pier - with the exception of one Andy MacQueen who, upon finding out the punishment made a sneaky exit.
Millwall vs Upper Clapton III We arrived at the ground to the sight of a car park that looked like
a prestige car showroom. We decided to take pride in the red bus with
a missing bumper (that fell off on the way) as being somehow more real.
4/10/03 Could the team restore the pride and reputation lost abysmally only
7 days before, and in the process rebuild Fortress Vicky Park? The answer
lay in meticulous preparation – if Mike Beech can referee all our
opponents the week before we play them, we’ll get some good inside
knowledge – but Mike – do us a favour and send off their
playmakers as well… Your Honorary For-a-day Captain Conditions – Autumnal, mild temperatures, occasional showers,
bloody hard ground still. New Feature - Play of the day from the 1’s
As the Llamas boarded the bus for the two-hour trip to Burnham-on-Crouch
the usual high spirits that have become a hallmark of this gutsy team
were as always ever present. It is worth pointing out that this was despite
having just lost both our tighthead and hooker at the last minute; missing
a specialist back rower; lacking a fullback; and having a bus whose back
doors refused to close. This did not matter, what mattered was that we
were there to play rugby.
Match Report - Witham v Millwall – Sat 11th October Final Score : Witham 5 Millwall 52 A sunny autumn afternoon saw the 1st XV travel to Witham to take centre stage on another unforgivingly hard pitch. Due to the proximity of the ground to Ipswich, the match was attended, much to the team’s delight, by Mini Martin Johnson’s Dad, and with confidence stemming from his support, Millwall set about Witham with an early assurance. After a nice interpassing movement involving both forwards and backs resulted in a scrum 20 metres from the Witham line, Nick Tiffin, back at fly half after his holidays, sold a couple of dummies and went straight under the posts for the first try of the game. Millwall were then pinned back for a period by Witham, who, with some determined tackling and tactical kicking, slowly grew in confidence. Unfortunately for Witham pressure did not equal points and they were punished a length of the field try started deep in our 22 by Bulmer and Tiffin and completed by Dobson. Tiffin added a conversion before the end of the first 40minutes but the half time team talk demanded a step up in performance from Millwall for the second half. The call for improvement was duly answered with the Millwall pack finding
dominance thanks to some good line out work by Matt Alexander and some
fearsome scrummaging from Tim Trapp, Pablo and Cluness. With control
up front, the Millwall back then were allowed to fully express themselves
in attack - Dobson, Tiffin and Antenbring made repeated breaks throughout
the half and were always supported by the back three of Cooper, Flex
and Bulmer and our combative scrum half Kieran Bell. Millwall Llamas V East London 2/3’s V Bishop Stortford 2’s Saturday Started well with a full Llamas side keen to avenge the previous weeks defeat against a strong EL 2 side. Yet again with a side heavy on front row with Mike Costin and Callum Cameron having to drop back to flanker and 2nd row respectively it was decided that our game plan for the day would be to keep the ball in the forwards in an effort to bludgeon and tire out an older EL 3 side. Unfortunately however our opposition could only field 22men for both of their matches so it was agreed we would play EL for 20 mins each way to enable them top play BS afterwards. Given no choice we agreed. The game started well for Millwall with us making good ground against an East London side which looked particularly heavy on their 2nd team contingent, this was not to last however. It is a rare referee who can ruin a game through his gross incompetence, we were unlucky enough to have one. Let me enlighten you with a few examples of his skill. As soon as we took the ball into contact and went to ground the whistle blew (in under 1 second!) Millwall were penalised for not releasing the ball on the floor!?! Later on Callum successfully tackled and turned the oppo’s ball carrier (resulting in a maul) and was penalised for being offside. It was obvious despite the skippers protests that the ref was not on ourside. Millwall did manage to camp out on EL’s 22 for much of the first half however and were close to scoring on a number of occasions due to a determined defence by the opposition. On the one occasion the ball came out wide a good move saw Toby come inside to receive a superb pass looped inside over the head of an El player by Jamie Mckillop, unfortunately with no support around he was eventually brought down by a good tackle by the fullback stopping what would have been an excellent try With a minute to go of the half however El managed to break out of their own half to threaten the Millwall line. We held resolutely until Adam Cottis was yellow carded for a cynical shoulder barge after an EL player took a quick tap penalty (probably given for an unmemorable and dubious offence), and Toby was prostate on the floor having suffered a bash on the head and mild concussion. El took the opportunity of our reduced numbers to score a try which they duly converted. The annoying fact about this was that we were only reduced to 13 men because the ref insisted on letting EL take the penalty without giving us the opportunity to attend to the injured Toby as ‘he was not in a position to interfere with the pay’. I don’t know about anyone else but I found this to be most disagreeable given that the game was only a friendly and our player was in obvious distress, as a result of this injury the player had to leave the pitch permanently (although I suspect he only wanted an early shower so as to secure a good seat to watch the rugby!). The game ended almost immediately after that. It was then that the EL skipper asked if we would mind playing the next half against Bishops Stortford (obviously not fancying playing a full 40 against both teams!) In the interests of facilitating a swift adjournment to the club house Rick agreed. Quite soon this did not appear to be an overly wise decision as BS are a good few divisions above us and they were a young and well drilled side in both the forwards and backs. This coupled to the fact that we had only 14 men, the ref in his infinite incompetence insisting that Adam spend his full 10 min’s in the sin bin (despite us playing a shortened (friendly!) game and despite this being a completely different match!!!!!). Needless to say the above factors, combined with the fact that we were playing a fresh side meant that despite some good efforts by all we went down a 3 tries or so to nil. However as usual Millwall redeemed themselves in the bar afterwards by getting all the best seats for the match in the clubhouse, drinking the most beer, making the most noise, and the most mess via a mini food fight in the grub queue (Mike, did you find those chicken bones in the pocket of your Millwall blazer?)
Saturday 11th October A great day for rugby, complimented by great weather and good team spirits after one of Jamie Rockmans infamous hangover curing aerobic workouts. The whistle blew and within one minute East London ran around us and scored. Everyone looked at each other. Someone said, “run that one by me again” and they did five minutes later, ten minutes later etc, etc. Millwalls pack dominated in the forwards, out powering them in the scrums and keeping control of the fringe attacks almost throughout the game. Things only started to change towards the end of the second half when the forwards became simply exhausted from chasing to breakdowns in play, going from one wing to the other, chasing East London’s streaky wings. East London’s game plan was orchestrated by a very good scrum half who relied on his forwards to simply give him a great stationery platform from which he used all his tricks to consistently move the ball to his quick and lanky set of backs, who just ran around or over us, every time. However, some moments of Millwalls passion to win did shine through,
in the game. Erwin (SA) scored a great try early in the second half which
gave the team great hope. Additionally Robin’s line out jumping
was excellent as usual, particularly worthy when you consider the experience,
from the opposition. Just remember, same team, but on there turf next week. It’s going to be fast fun!!! NO FUCKING EXCUSES (The report from the Essex President's Shield game vs. Wanderers) For this report I am not going to go on about what went right, I think for the club we should talk about went fuckin’ wrong. There really was no fucking excuse for what happened to us on Saturday! We went out there thinking we going to walk over them and a fucking non-league team shit on us. For the boys who didn’t see us get bum raped on Saturday. They did to us what Samoa almost did to England on Sunday Everybody has to take a good look at themselves, pull there finger out of there ass and start thinking kick ass rugby and start playing the way I know and seen we all can. Millwall 20 Never Neverland under nines 24 Right if you really want to know what happened here we fucking go. Sorry for being a harsh cunt but it’s a fact that we sucked and
deserved to lose. CHEESE
25/10/03 Before I go any further, I’d like to point out an agreement made between myself, Spendy and Tiff at the meet before the matches on Saturday. The agreement was something along the lines of ‘If you don’t attempt a drop goal in the match then you are officially the Lord of all gays’. From reports from the first team and the absence of the aforementioned fellas at the Pier, I am happy to report that our two new landed gentry were having a fairly wild time at the Astoria on Saturday night together. I’ll not go into my attempt at this point yet, but I’ll just say it was some very clever thinking….gash execution, but very clever thinking never the less. 30-22 may or may not have been the score, but it’s kind of how I remember it as I dragged myself off the field in a state I haven’t experienced in rugby for some time. I’m not sure exactly what the sensation was but I think it had something to do with excessive running around rather limiting myself to one early break followed by the constant shouting of ‘Your man’ and ‘Throw a Miss’ for the rest of the game - something I’ll be sure to avoid next week (obviously if selected). The whole of the team seemed in a similar state and given the sheer athleticism of these Herculean men around me, I can only assume it was through a real desire to throw everything at the opposition rather than a lack of fitness! To a man the Llamas looked every bit the part. In the opening exchanges, it looked like a good win was definitely on the cards. The angles run by Dave Hoy at stand-off were excellent, releasing the backs into gaping holes. The forwards were dominating set-piece and the loose. Captain Jar exuded a presence so strong that, if, as they say, power is an aphrodisiac, then this man could have coaxed an erection from a concrete monk. Even the sad loss of David after he tripped over his borrowed boots after 10 minutes, couldn’t dampen the Millwall onslaught. The ever skilful Kev Bulmer stepped into the cauldron that is the number 10 birth with a sense of authority that could only inspire those around him. After another 10 minutes of Millwall pressure, a penalty was conceded. With the advantage being played and slightly scrappy ball, Bulmer without thinking of his own safety went for a snap drop goal from what must have been about 45 yards. As the slow motion caught the majestic arching of the ball, the crowd went silent, praying that this moment of beauty would last forever… Again this may be a slightly tarnished view of what happened and in fact the truth might have been 30 yards and a wild slice into the inside centre’s arse – but at the end of the day, heterosexuality was maintained. The ensuing penalty saw 3 points for the away side, from Bulmer’s now slightly less ambitious boot. I think they then scored from a break away, but the pressure was all from Millwall. A near miss from Craig Bunn came after an excellent cut back through the opposition forwards. In his first game of backs rugby, he failed to realise quite how close he was to the line – or indeed that he was actually over it. But with the pressure maintained, Bulmer went over for a try following a floated pass from captain Jar, that had ‘Royal Free’ written all over it. I have no idea why death didn’t follow soon after or even before the ball – I can only assume the opposition just didn’t want blood on their hands. Bulmer converted and then big Sam ‘snakeskin watchstrap’ Webb showed he has much more chance of being a success in the rugby world than appearing in ‘Puppetry of the Penis’. Huge driving from the big man got the ball down on the line following some very powerful forward play around the fringes. Again Bulmer converted with a scragged shin roll of a kick. And so came half time, and with it a gale force wind that into the Millwall faces that can’t have been there at the beginning of the match. Also a big hill seemed to appear from nowhere! Enough to say that Millwall stuck to their task very well despite some fairly indifferent kicking from the stand-in number 10 into the wind (by indifferent I mean truly awful). A few breaks from their very talented scrum-half saw a few tries unfortunately go against the mighty Llamas. Still with heads up, we never really looked out of contention until the final whistle. A great try from debutant Gareth Thomas (claims he’s not Welsh – good one!) showed the benefits of being young and having pace, despite being a front row forward, when he outpaced their winger and full back to touch down in the corner. Some other great moments should be mentioned and given I’m starting
to get bored of writing this now, I’ll go for bullet points: …Sorry this one will take a bit of explaining. After several of us small fellas had gone into a maul to secure the ball our ginger prop, Daniel Ifield (cousin of the Rockmans) filled in at fly half. Having him kick the ball at all was an insult to the entire front row union, but to explain afterwards that he had a bruised toe, and that he wasn’t actually left footed made the whole situation just that little more ridiculous. Still a top day had by all in a great game of running rugby. When their old boys buy you jugs of beer and thank you for sticking around, you know all is still well with this great old game. Ayyyeeethangeeewww
Millwall regain that Winning Feeling Llamas 27 – Southend III’s 13 There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth at Millwall’s current “poor” run of form (Anyone who saw cheese’s match report last week will be in no doubt of this). With this background the Llamas travelled to Southend to try and halt this shit turn of events. Only Tiff, Dobbo, McKillop and Kieran “Joker Grin” Bell bolstered the backs, with a good strong pack up front. Needless to say the omens weren’t good. We arrived very close to kick-off and Tiff, Dobbo and Kieran arrived TWO minutes before kick-off. From the start Millwall reverted to tradition by being a bit nervy and scrappy. Indeed was it going to be another weeks of close but no cigar? Well it wasn’t long before Millwall opened their account with a neatly worked try by Spendy breaking past a couple of tackles to race over the line. Tiff did miss the conversion however. I could go on about the scores that Southend got, but to be honest who gives a f**k about that? All we want to know was what happened with Millwall. After Spendy scored a try, Tiff scored the first of his two tries before half time with a silky side step to get under the posts at close range. It wasn’t until the second half that Millwall truly started to make their skills tell. In the Pack, Millwalls’ strength and fitness wore down the Southend pack and in the end they were bitchslapped all over the park. In the backs they were letting their superiority tell too. McKillop scored the first of his two tries with a neatly worked back move, which left Southend standing. At the same time it looks as if Tiff has been wanking over tapes of Johnny Wilkinson in action for his second half performance. A down field kick from tiff opened up the back line and he chased it himself to score a splendid solo effort. He also did one of those rugby league style cross-field kicks which, amazingly enough, found Mckillop at the end to fall over the line for his second try. In the end it was a truly deserved victory for all concerned. A special mention goes to lock Mini Rocky (Who shall be known forever as Kid Rock) for keeping his cool and not attempting to bite/punch/kick/sexually molest (Delete as appropriate) any of the opposition. Because everyone was brilliant, there was a three-way drink off for man of the Match between Mckillop, Andy White and loose head prop Calum (Who will now be known as Scaramanga – ask about his third nipple!) As for Dick of the day? Well despite some excellent management by yours truly, I made a heinous mistake by going into the Asda at Southend looking for a bottle of port and coming out with a bottle of Sherry!! (which we will keep on buying until we lose!) Bob the incomprehensible
Saturday 8th November Millwall Llamas v Braintree III’s (27-5 Loss) Seeing as it is bright, sunny and warm in Australia the call was for Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses. The fact that it was cold and miserable (especially to someone who had just returned from Australia) seemed to have no bearing on the situation. We were slightly pushed for time for time due to the requirement to
watch the quarter finals. It did strike me that seven thirty in the morning
is a stupid time to watch a game. My advice would be to head over to
Australia to watch it at a sensible time, the sort of time when you can
be absolutely trolleyed before kick off. Or if you are Toby, get up an
hour before kick off and down two bottles of red wine. We turned up slightly late (the ref was already waiting on the pitch
for us) and the following players took to the field 16. Mark Turner The game was notable for three things; the forwards out-powered the opposition and scored a fabulous try after two minutes (with at least three separate rolling mauls), our opposition were young whipper-snappers that continually ran around us and we were tactically naïve. We needed to show more astuteness in our style of play, allowing our forwards some time to rest between plays and getting the backs talking and forming a tight defensive unit. Millwall scored in the first two minutes to go 5-0 ahead. Unfortunately we did not score any more points, even with some fine periods of pressure close to their line, but we conceded four tries due to defensive errors. There were several people who had the impertinence to show up not wearing a Hawaiian shirt or sunglasses, and then you had Wiggy who manage to turn up in one, give it to Rick Hermon and then have to do a forfeit!! Those dressed inappropriately were given the choice or a drinking or nudity forfeit. Wiggy and Dan decided on the nakedness. This involved running around the nearest rugby post in front of a fairly packed Braintree clubhouse. When one of the little kids did comment ‘what was the little thing hanging between Wiggy’s legs’, several people pointed out that it was quite cold. Drinking fines took place back in the Pier where Glyn, Larry and Jar downed twenty-two drinks between them. Naturally I had to drink a lager, bitter, Guinness, cider and navy rum in five minutes for running out of fuel. Minibus drivers beware. Other points to note, Emmanuel agreed to two forfeits as he leave early and Jon Welti has not been punished for scoring his first try for the club. To all Kiwi’s and Aussie’s good luck this weekend, and the
French f*ck off
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