Rugby ref ruck-up
Well, we have some good news and some bad news. Good news - we won. Bad news - we lost! The referee! Where was he? This lack of an official referee resulted in us forfeiting the game and so we have now been knocked out of BUSA. True to the spirit of IC rugby we played anyway and the 32-12 scoreline in our favour was not enough to secure an official victory. All our efforts, and those of star full-back Chris went to waste. The bastard referee.
Uncontested scrums obviously worked in our favour as the more powerful forwards dominated in rucks and mauls and the backs ran rings round their opposite numbers. Peachy’s passing simply defied logic (Julian "captain concrete" Harrison) again. Manny mullered, Peachy prattled on and Rob rampaged. Matt’s play was much improved after his redemption at Church (or was it in the toilet?), but his second row compatriate James Weekes, well, need we say more . Grandad Bryce was as reliable as ever in his turbo-charged zimmer frame and Nipply finally "scored". Charlie "Snake Hips he prefers, Arse-bandit we prefer" had a close shave, but "Chat the cat" showed the Austin Healey in him (i.e. an old knackered car) whilst Keith, the 22 year old standoff-half that he is, worried about his grey hairs. Dave turned up - cheers. Kol—ne showed his "eau de" with serious runs and big pants. Yomi demonstrated his specialist scrum-half abilities. Bollocks! He tells me that he scored a try but it was slightly dubious. Nim "No Stud(s)" failed utterly in his attempts to get on the pitch because Manny and I [Rob "Fluffy, shaving foam on his head"] were just too good (well, fat). "Thanks" go to Trefor for very quiet support. Mo says Jasper is "well-fit."
All in all we had a great season, but finally I feel that I must sum up. Give us a C; give us a U; give us an N; give us a T. And what have you got ... the referee.
ICRFC II 32 - 12 Brunel RFC I
