Wednesday, 23 May 2012
A touch happy
A daunting prospect, BaaBaas had won their previous outings 9-1 and 9-0 respectively whereas we’d scraped an unconvincing 8-7 victory in our opening fixture against the enigmatically named Spy Rugby.
Furthermore, given the horrendous state of my own personal fitness, it’s safe to say confidence wasn’t at its highest.
And yet…despite the much fancied BaaBaas being a team of superfit young men and despite us trailing 0-2 at halftime, somehow our motley collection of old fogies and teenagers held it all together, defended superbly and, as the BaaBaas tired, our youngsters started to play.
1-2, 2-2, 3-2 – somewhat incredibly we clawed our way back into the game and, with a one-point lead, began to frustrate the heck out of our opponents, especially when the old gimmers amongst us started to slow the game down to a strolling pace – the touch equivalent of a 50 yard rolling maul.
It all finished 4-2 to the Bridesmaids and, despite not feeling as if I’d contributed anything of any significance, I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite so knackered after a game of touch.
All worth it though – and I’m still struggling to wipe the grin off my ugly mug. :)