This was a slog-fest. As the Shambles team played like scrambled eggs, we as the coach described played like to their shambled mess. Its a risk to do as the Romans do - the saying "never argue with an idiot, for he may bring you down to his level and beat you with experience" was almost ringing true as we found it difficult to hold our own composure and couldn't breach their line very often. Anyway, we scored a couple to get home safely, 2-0.
Their saves were pretty tenacious on defence, which shut down alot of our drawing and passing. We ran a dummy off a JC (go down on the save) and Chris scooted through from dummy. Of the 5 other players of ours on the field, only Jimmy C decided to follow after him and amazingly, despite the all their defenders caging them in we scored a try that way as Jimmy flew onto Chris' pass like a crashing dove. It wasn't pretty but hey. Chris teamed up with his brother next to scored through a simple Waikato on their line.
Through poor handling and composure, and also terrible team work (too many of us trying to do it on our own) we never really got to their five-line again and couldn't launch too much more at them. But our defence held stronger than the walls of Jericho, no amount of screaming or shouting from their on-field war chants was going to bust it up that evening. As with Joshua's soldiers, trumpets did sound at the end, but this only signaled the end of the game and we held a nice defensive record at least.
Lesson to be learnt: Eggs get cooked in the heat. We can't play like eggs all the time and expect to get away with it.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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