Even though we're into the 2nd round, this was our first hit out against the Sharks and also a game of celebration. Pieman lead us out onto the pitch for his 200th Keith Game with Unit starting for the first time in what seemed like a decade. In fact, the starting forward pack contained 6 centurions to help Simon along in his special match.
Webby wasn't there and we suspected that none of his posse would turn up either. But, noisily they did. Either Bevan's grip on them is strong, or they like playing for us. You decide.

We started well with Shane doing a much better job at the GAA to Rugby conversion than Dick ever did. Video evidence proves the lad can score. Griff, after a pre-game warm up injury, couldn't make the conversion, which for all later attempts at scoring via kicking, Tom took over. It's nice to have choices.
However, the choices in the reserve backline were limited to the Irish. Mossie and his girlfriend, Georgina. Until Loa showed up that is, giving us a memorable performance, as he did in our last game against Sumner. Very handy nippy half back who sees the gap and is strong enough to push through.

The low winter sun forced me to the opposition side of the paddock so I could take photos, where I was harangued by their reserves and recently subbed off players for our blatant and disrespectful abuse of the rules. Which Sumner then immediately and clearly thought tit for tat was ok and did the same. Clam down fellas, it's social rugby.
I will admit, there were occasions Rob and Tom and a couple of others took advantage of the referee's good nature right up until the point Rob got sent to the bin for 10.

The last few minutes were quite the throat in mouth situation. A "try to win" turned into "converted try to simple remain even" and we didn't have time on our side to do that.

Sumner had trouble with their lineouts which we didn't capitalise on, but we absolutely had them monstered in the scrums which we only took some advantage from. Our nippy backs with plenty of go did well but didn't always link up. Our big white forward went too and fro but never quite got over the line (except for Kevvy). But all those Keiths they love this life. Just ask Murray about your wife.