Keith vs Shirley Wankers
Ground: Bob Deans 3
Time: 2-45pm

Team List


Forwards
Darren MOKE
Barry GIBBS
Phil HUGHES
Hayden ROBINSON
Kristen CURRIE
Ian LOCKWOOD
Scott THOMPSON
Hayden SMITH

Backs
Leyton HUNT
Nick POPE
Paul CRICHTON
Rob FOLEY
Stuart HERRIOT
Steve ELL
Gary RICHARDS

Reserves
Ian COWAN
Bertie DeGRAAFF
Stephen MARSHALL

Points: 0-5, 0-10, 0-12, 5-12, 5-17, 10-17
Tries: Rob FOLEY, Gary RICHARDS
Conv:
Pen:

Player of the Day: Gary RICHARDS

Photographs here: No photographs were taken

WE HAD OUR GAME FACES ON BUT THEY WEREN'T UGLY ENOUGH

Wankers. Sometimes I hate them, but sometimes they just score more points than us. But seriously folks, sometimes they SCORE MORE POINTS THAN US!! What's up with that? We've got the nippy backs with plenty of go; we've got the big white forwards going to and fro. We've got Trout. They don't have him. So what went wrong?
Actually nothing went wrong, but THEY SCORED MORE POINTS THAN US!

Standing on the sideline we looked like we were playing well apart from them scoring more points than us. We needed some help from Kenny Pope's progeny in making up the numbers, who gave his all and broke his thumb as well as getting sin binned for an inadvertant high tackle. Also, thanks to Steve Ell for keeping the winger spot occupied.

The ref, who was barely out of the Academy for Weird Decisions, made some weird decisions and rule interprtations, particularly in regards to the knock on rule, the offside rule, the tackling around the head rule, the throwing in straight rule and the how to play rugby in general rule. But all props to him, he managed to do it with a broken arm and we can't bemoan a volunteer for making Division Six his lifelong passion.

Toad made the whole first half worthwhile by charging down their conversion attempt and Scotty kept up the tradition of slash hash and bash kicking skills and Toad kept up the tradition of try saving tackles. Muncher wanted to start a new tradition of getting removed from the ground for upsetting the ref, but wiser heads knocked that tradition on the head.

The second half proved a bit more energetic than the first but Shirley still scored more points than us. Luckily we had beer back in the changing sheds to talk about Shirley scoring more points than us, but that was the best part of the night. The clubrooms were an interprative suicide meeting. Or so one would have thought by the numbers attending and the dirges played over the speakers. The highlight of the evening though was Daz saying goodbye and telling us all he was going home to eat some pavlova.