Pakuranga game 1 - Pakuranga welcomes you...

Welcome back to Pakuranga.

Its a world of die-hard rugby convicts brought up in a blokes-are-tuff supremecist society where rounds of "let's hit'em even harder this time boys" are played on fields of rock. The refs, birthed of this oak smirk with the impeding battles and love to see how far they can be taken by letting every Newtonian force of unsportsmanlike behaviour off the hook for a good look at a good hit. Join them, in the muscle contest of rugby union without tackles or become their fodder.

So why the hell did we come back to become the punching bags of hooligans who take out their revenge of dead-end day jobs as lawn mowers and gutter sweepers?

The girls' started the show off with their debut as Scarlet Fever. ...Its impressive that Jules chose to spell this without her temptations to use FevAH. Anyhow they put up a good showing against a younger yet more experienced team who washed them up with draw and passes for a 12-0 "its business time" touch rugby. But they'll learn to literally get behind their ball carriers and how to find the gaps and should soon be scoring tries in red.

As of the Legacy team? It was Pakuranga deja vu. A team of no-friendly-chatter rugby squads taking the summer to bulge out their biceps from tight singlets - you'd think you were walking down Patpong's gay district, but rugbyheads like these don't use their deltoids to rip off their singlets - they use it to rip into YOU! And so they did, with the equally burly ref letting them get away with fends in our faces all day.

We lost our game plan, and soon the game, 4-3. Whilst we scored some nice tries through the works of Chris, Dean and Daniel, we were no match for their brute strength and heavy will to bust us open in this arm-wrestle of a game.

We've got to learn though. That teams from Pakurana are all built from the same ilk of shit that breeds rugby players that don't even break into the Auckland division, so they hop over and play touch rugby in the summer to take it out on teams like us. They will always come out at us with fire and brimstone, but we've still got to be the better team on the day. Take their hits but play our game - and until we find that rhythm and play it week in week out as our song, we don't deserve to win our games.