The plan was to have Belfast so in awe of us, that they'd be shitting enough so you could pretend you were swimming in a Rio river. But, this season, none of our plans have ever come to a successful fruition. Bugger.
However, the real plan was to have some fun knowing this was our last game of 2016 and most of us achieved that. Even Uli had the Missus watching his 275th Keith game, until she decided to go to the pub at half time and not come back. But still.

Georgie decided to try and emulate a new trend of kicking the ball backwards, however, he is Irish, so not much came of it. Another trend that has failed to take off was the ability to catch the ball while in forward motion. Jan still has some skills to improve there. And then there's Kristen (girls name) Currie. Gangly, yet lumbering at the same time. He is one of the most difficult creatures to have roamed this earth to watch playing rugby. Nothing seems to be in step or in place, yet we still love him. Like Queen Mary and King George loved Prince John.

The game itself was basically Belfast scoring and us not scoring. Even when Jamie scored, we didn't really score, but never let a consolation prize take anything away from the fact, that you've won a prize. TMO video evidence notwithstanding.
A lot of players came off the field quite before their scheduled time, such as Uli and Ross. Well, only those two. Uli because he's old and Ross because he needed a ciggy. Ross leaving caused the entire backline to alter positions, but when Uli left we just shoved another front rower in there. no harm done. We had nine to choose from after all.

Four New Boys started the match, with a further three finishing and without them, we'd had been screwed weeks ago. I've always been proud of our New Boys and how much they contribute to the team. Keith thanks you all very much. I'll be taking monetary contributions for the New Boy of the Year votes for the Awards soon. Of course, New Boys would be nothing without Coves, and we've got plenty.
Nine centurions played today, with 6 more with over 50 games. Skill level is high. Endurance level is not so high, which is why New Boys and Sam exist.

So yes, a disappointing last few games (results wise) for us, but it is what it is. We Came. We Played. We Didn't Quite Get There. But if thirty nine seasons of Keith Rugby have shown, there's always always always next year.

Obvious thanks go to everyone who played, participated, supported and sponsored Keith, but specific thanks go to a particular few.
To Trouty who has given us advice and coaching. To Chief and Rob who again put up their hands for the lead coaching positions and to Muncher and Cal who support them. To Isaac and the others in management, a great deal of thanks, even if it wasn't mentioned earlier, or enough. To our ever present supporters. Bless you. Courtney and Courtney, Ngawai, Jacqui, Yvonne, Celia, Theresa, Wellsy, Katie, Kristen and everyone else who supports us online or at the pub. And Doug. Wouldn't be a Keith game with you mate.

A few more weeks and things will finally be officially over. Kokatahi looms, Sportsmen of the Year Awards to come and then before you know it, summer Touch starts, then Cricket and Softball. Then Show Week then Christmas parties start to happen, not that I ever get invited, then it's New Year and Waitangi and ANZAC Day and bugger me sideways it's rugby season all over again.

See you pricks then.