Wet underfoot, but otherwise, excellent conditions to play Sargentina Trophy rugby.
Quite a few players decided for nebulous reasons that they couldn't play today, and a few who were under an injury cloud fronted up, so I know who's on my short list for Keith of the Year. But for once, coaching staff were calm and un-panicked which along with the general upbeat mood of the rest of the guys, gave a positive air of confidence in the Keith Pavillion contrary to the actual air in the Pavillion which is full of dirt, dead skin, beer and general mold spores.
Muncher gave a pre-match speech about something, but I for one wasn't listening. Apparently his wife's a gynecologist or something. Trouty didn't say much. Chief didn't say much. Poacher didn't say much. Only because we knew what we had to do and simply got our heads into the right space without being mummy and daddied into it. I prefer it that way to be honest.

Christchurch, in their pre-game run around, looked like they were having player/position issues or general lack of inventive skills issues. Probably both, and due to us playing each other so often, they were quite noticable; so we pounced on those and gave the team some good options on how to handle their weaknesses. Jesus, we're sounding like a real fucking team now boys.

Georgie had his first starting go and looked exactly like he always looks. A sad puppy who's just noticed the sack, the brick and the large bucket of water. But he had a non shabby 40 minutes. Certainly non shabbier than a lot of wingers we've had in the past (and present). Breen, yet another Irish gob, started to get a bit stroppy about not starting. I think the ginger hair dye is effecting him. Speaking of gingers, the change from soccer to rugby for young Jared has worked out well. He's been ever so close to the try line several times but managed in style to cross over today after some marvelous periods of play. Plus, he's got a hot missus, so we'll keep him.
Vinny had difficulty pushing his way through the Christchurch back line but kept at it, probing further everytime until the last time when he did something medical to his leg of which Sean's hot missus came to the rescue and poked and prodded and jiggeried it about till he was able to stand again.
Dick had some good spurts but never quite followed through to the finish (which is what Ginny always says). Tevi also never quite made it through to the try line but Daz and Bavo took their opportunites when presented to them and dotted down with style. Daz winning his MVP in the process. Uli gave yet another fine 60 minutes and pieman gave 20, of which half was spent in the bin for doing something blah blah penalty try blah blah. Who knows these things.

Often, I write about stand out players but today, it really was a 100% team effort. And all because we were in the right head space from the very start. People scoff, but rugby is the top 6 inches.

I know I promised a swearing session, but fuck it, those cunts simply aren't worth it.