Hull of a bad time for rugby lads

After a marathon five hour journey we reached Hull, which put the team off, except maybe Alasdair who found the Humber Bridge "exciting." After 45 minutes of traipsing through the most dismal town in the North, we eventually found the pitch thanks to Tom’s unerring direction sense. The pitch was as muddy and undulating as the rest of Humberside.

From the kick-off our forwards showed their power and we camped in their territory until half-time, by which point we were leading 8 - 5 thanks to a try from Alasdair and a penalty from Paul. We were unlucky not be further ahead, with a try disallowed.

After finding that Northerners could not afford oranges or water at half-time , we turned around to face what had suddenly become a very strong headwind. Disheartened that even the elements were against us, we started to lose our poise. Humberside took advantage and not even our strong running could save the match, denying us a place in the quarter-finals.

Retiring to the changing rooms ( which incidentally were unlit), we were intrigued by the fact that in Hull, the women’s rugby team use the men’s showers. Unimpressed with the Hull RFC facilities we rejoined our storming coach drivers for the journey back to the Union. We apologise to Capital Coaches for what Gudmund did to the toilet.

ICRFC III vs Humberside RFC II