Our good friends from Linwood couldn't quite hear us in our praise for the condition of the Number 1 field at Linfield, but that's only because they stacked the team with half the NZ Deaf squad. Handy little players, and their skills only improved with the mediocrity of the referee.

Good to see the return to Keith after last weekend boozing up instead of playing of Dick, Dirk, Breen, Mark, Toad and Trouty. Although really, only one of them was of a great deal of use. Dirk didn't even bring enough hamburgers for everyone, but Breen managed to bring a cuddly dog, so that was nice.

We started with a hiss and a roar with Dick dotting down under the posts, but we then took our heads out of the game and Linwood scored straight back at us. The Dick scored again then Bravo. Our minds started to wander once more and Linwood popped two more under the posts to even us up at 19 apiece. Vinny then ended the half with a quick and sneaky try putting us in front. Just.

Trouty put the boot in and told us we were giving away tries like they were his daughters virginity (I may be paraphrasing here) and that we had this game in the bag and up by 30 points if we simply kept our heads and played to the strengths we abundantly have. Naturally no one listened and just kept on doing their own thing and getting penalised and making the ref forget the rules and Currie (and Hughes) getting all explosive. Which ended up for the first time in a very long time having a scoreless second half. Was quite the nerve wracking experience I can tell you.

Luckily, time eventually ran out on us and we had a few free beers and some deep fried chilli things at Linwood before I went home and other wandered into some seedy joint where beer flows and women surround Toad like he's still freshly divorced.

Keith, as a full and cohesive team, still need to pull finger and listen if these two wins in a row are to mean anything.