Saturday 22 January
Dromore 3s 0 BHRFC 5s 24
Due to increasing pressure from the masses and the fact that I have
a less than busy schedule at present, the Bard returns.
Despite Eddies best intentions we did arrive at Dromore before kick-off to find out that there is a different temperate climate in the hills of Dromore than anywhere else in the World. The rest of N.I. basked in watery Winter sunshine while we were sub zero with the only warmth coming from the chimney breast of the club house's only form of heating, a peat fire. Naturally enough our warm-up and stretching was done there.
The standard rousing send off from Aaron, 'this game doesn't start until the first whistle' and 'If we don't beat this team by fifty we're crap'. Let me at them....
The first half was a pretty tight affair with the mighty fives not getting off to the customary crap start. Excellent defence into the breeze and a well finished try from Tommy on the right wing gave us a 5-0 lead at the break. The main thing to note of the first half was that Philly Wilson didn't play like a knob. The lineout was functioning well and we began to steal about 70% of their ball too.
Unsurprisingly with this lack of ball and with the wind in their faces, Dromore began to struggle in the second half. Another slick back move and Tommy was in again. More chances followed and we should really have been getting close to our Captain's exacting expectations but for a few fumbles by the backs. The 5s pack was really taking control and any number of them were now turning up in the back line with deadly chips ahead ... not. Aaron and Philly reminding us why the girls refer to us a donkeys.
When Richard went through the midfield to score under the posts and Brian scything though the Dromore defence a landslide seemed inevitable. Then the wheels came off, or more to the point, Chick fell over a clod of mud and squealed like a stuck pig crying that he had broken his ankle. The medical attention was second to none, Aaron tickled the inside of his thigh saying, 'can you feel this' and Eddie 'I've done first aid but haven't a clue'. Chick was hauled off with 15 minutes to go and no more scores came.
Due to the fact and I quote ' Self praise is no praise at all' I won't mention the fact that Chickwas playing out of his skin, but in the same vein 'Self degradation is no degradation at all' so he can't be dick of the day either....If you are unhappy feel free to write this sh1t yourself.
Man of the match had several nominees (Chick unavailable for selection) due to the fact that everyone played well but Tommy's two tries shade it.
Dick of the day (Chick unavailable for selection) could have been won by Aaron or Philly for their chips ahead but instead goes to Eddie Wilson. Ambulance in Chief, Eddie, showered quickly, didn't drink his beer and set off with the fore-mentioned sick Chick to get him to hospital before the Saturday rush. 45 minutes later we finally passed the Dromore Clubhouse on the way to Belfast. He then delivered said invalid to the wrong entrance and one leg had to hop 80 metres to casualty.
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