I think we went wrong when we were too busy worrying about going to Belfast instead of worrying about actually playing against Belfast. Which means, our on the field playing abilities (which are very good) were overshadowed by our internal mental abilities (which are apparently rubbish). We had a sound game plan. A sound knowledge of their style of play. A sound respect for the referee; yet, we had a sound in our heads telling us to ignore all that. Not a winning rugby method.
However, I managed to piss off several people in a single afternoon, so it wasn't a total fools errand to go out to Sheldon Park after all.

Injuries and immigration made our numbers weak in areas where we had previously been strong and that's not an excuse, just an explanation, but we had the numbers in the end to field a good side. Georgie is improving by leaps and bounds and seeing his rugby confidence grow is akin to watching Dirk 15 years ago. Good for a laugh, but upon reflection, a voice saying "bugger me, he's not too bad". Webby as always gives his voice and hands to the team and drives the forwards forward and does something to the backs. Who knows what skitteries get up to out there. Tevita is proving handy and Bravo is one of those seasoned players you just can't imagine not being in the team. That being said, nothing seemed to go right out in the back line. Defense or attack. Something was just not there today.

The forwards, who are the powerhouse and driving force in the team (no bias) were much the same as the skittery backs. Except a forward scored our only try (and a back missed the conversion). Daz decided he wouldn't be fit enough to play, so Breen went in to the front row, but never quite got settled. Unfortunately, he suffered a neck injury which at first glance by the twelve orthopaedic doctors in the team seemed fine. I'm sure Celia will be the man in the family and send him to the real doctors soon to get it checked.

Piez turned up to play and was needed. Col turned up sort of wanting to play and was needed and Jan turned up and was fizzing at the bit to play but wasn't really needed but got on in the last ten anyway. Something about that equation doesn't sit right. Oh, and Mittens was there again. Yay Mittens. Thomas Richard Patrick Murray Ross (pick your surname, pick your christian name) turned up and was needed too, but not officially. Cryptic, but understandable if you were there.

So we will find out next week which section we will be in. Top four or bottom four. Quite frankly, I'm not sure which one I prefer. Top four = chance to be champions but means tough hard games against teams who have spanked us. Bottom four = relatively easy games for essentially 5th place.