Surprisingly, we had a ref who was doing everything he could do help us win. Not that we you know, did win; but it was the thought that counted.

Some of the boys had trouble reading A) directions B) street signs C) a map to get to a park we'd never played at before. But then again, most of the Keiths have trouble reading a clock so I wasn't overly surprised.
I was surprised, however, by the condition of the park. As Sheldon is usually still a quagmire a month after a light shower, Englefield was a firm clean and delightful field to play on. He's hoping we can use it again.

This was, of course, a must win for us if we were to advance into the final, but with Belfast's track record this year of zero losses we knew we had a struggle to get to our goal. We did not though lose heart because of the statistical disadvantage we were under but played tough upfront rugby which sent Chief off the field early and one of theirs off in an ambulance.

Ross lead us out in his 50th Keith appearance which no doubt spurred the rest of the skitteries on. He played his usual tactical and running game, never afraid to get into the middle of things, which the Michael Collins Trio of Georgie, Shane and Mossie tried,
but could not beat. They were in to it all, but have a lot to learn from the Flying Scotsman.
Talking of whiskey drinkers, Murray played his last bearded game also with his usual modus operandi of getting stuck in, and Cal donned the boots to prove his shoulder isn't a broken as he wants Fiona to believe. I think it's a ruse to get her to take out the rubbish bins every week instead of him.

With the influx of Tongans into the loose forwards, Kev and Andy are to be seen more and more cuddling up close to Dirk, which hitherto had only been seen during Kokatahi trips. But they seem to be coping ok in the locks which is giving us great choice for 6,7 & 8.

Overall, a good but not great performance against Belfast. Overall, a good but not great referee. Overall, a good but not great time playing against guests of Her Majesty.