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Keith vs Sumner
Ground: St Leonards Square
Time: 2.45

Team List

Forwards
James GRIEVE
Isaac ARAPAI
Steve JONES
Stuart HERRIOTT
Kristen CURRIE
Damien BREEN
Sam BROWN
Kevin WILLIAMS

Backs
Frankie SOLI
Richard POWER
Murray PICKEN
Ross SINCLAIR
Patrick LUCEY
Steve ELLS
Leyton HUNT

Reserves
Thomas MATTHEW
Phil HUGHES
Colin GRAVETT
Adam JOHNSTON
Emili LANGI
Andrew PETI
Spencer SMAWLLEY
Paul CRICHTON
Kristian PAULIN
Simon BARNES
Steve HIGGS
John LUXTON


Points: 3-0, 8-0, 13-0, 15-0, 20-0, 22-0, 27-0, 27-5

Tries: Steve ELLS, Richard POWER, Ross SINCLAIR, John LUXTON

Conv: Frankie SOLI (2)

Pen: Frankie SOLI




Player of the Day: Patrick LUCEY
Most Valuable Player: Unknown At This Time


Photographs here: http://keith.org.nz/?itemid=1646

Videos here: http://keith.org.nz/?itemid=1647

FROM THE MIGHTY GLENS OF ANTRIM, FROM THE RUGGED HILLS OF GALWAY, FROM THE WALLS OF LIMERICK AND DUBLIN BAY (PAUSE) HE DID COME.


There is nothing better than a cold day, cold beer and warm friends to help celebrate a Keith on his final game. Was a shame about the quality of Whiskey afterwards though.

Sumner, as always bring it tough but fair and for the first 40 minutes we had the ref and the gods on our side. The seasiders managed one solitary penalty and never escaped out of their half. A record for them, and for us as well. Our attack was finally matched by our defence, or vice-versa, depending on if you're a forward or a back.

Sam was taking his frustration of not being able to shot wild animals out via his tackling and Sumner were targeting him in return, but to no avail. He was everywhere, man.
Kev, of course had a few storming runs, not as many as he used to. We suspect his contented domesticity has something to do with that. Dirk, who is surprisingly, turning into a half capable father, also pressed himself hard against the opposition in tackles and in ball carrying episodes. Breen; pfft. You know, was Breen.
Jones, Steve has been playing well these past few weeks. All determination and effort, but with not as much reward as he would like, often being injured or pulled off early (purile chortle). Higgs, Steve traveled a long way to get 15 minutes of fame which in a squad that's becoming as large as ours, will happen more and more with players. Ells, Steve imitated his long lost son and scored in typical winger fashion from a questionable pass from Frankie, who, is chasing Dick (purile chortle) for the besterest kicker in the team. And speaking of Dick, it does seem Dick is interchangable from the back to the front (purile chortle) I mean, from fullback to 1st Five. It seems he can play everywhere and still score.

Fifteen points up at the half time whistle gave us a breather, but we weren't resting on our hard fought points just yet. The ref saw fit to have a polarity reversal and awarded Sumner almost all the penalties in the second half.

Wee Paddy, in whose name we dedicated this win, was denied several chances to score (see the videos for evidence) by the ref imagining forward passes, and also denied tries because of catching, or the inability thereof to do so. Or maybe Dick just didn't want him to score? We'll never know.

Leyts decided that rugby wasn't afterall, the game for him, and will probably retire officially after fucking up his chances of beating Valerie Adams at shotput. A fully working shoulder is needed for that.

Despite the penalty count against us, Sumner never managed to break out and score until the final few minutes where we kindly let them slip one passed the gate. As always, their loss on the field did not impact their hospitality off it and we were as we always are, welcomed warmly into the clubrooms for a feed and a few beers. With Red taking charge of the drinking and the speaking we mingled and got to catch up after a year of not seeing them. A good kiwi day of footy.

The roadworks back from Sumner may have caused a couple or three Keiths who shall remain nameless (rhymes with Bed, Hurry and Steve Jones) to become ill and vomit their lunch into a rubbish bin. I'm sure it possibly could not have been anything else such as some God awful whiskey which caused it.

As an end note, cheers Paddy. Five years has been too short a time.