Website activity is down since I'm actaully on vaction, so in my absence, here's Ed with an account of last weekend's fun at Acton, published here verbatim for your amusement. Cheers Ed!
With true P.R.F.C. style most of our team arrived two or three minutes before our 1st game with New Haven.
We lost 10-15 against the fairly well matched side, they had depth in numbers, (which would become the
theme of the day,) and were able to introduce a few fresh sets of legs and some peile-esque [Is that Pele Ed.?] moves at half
time that overwhelmed us. Having run from the cars, to the kit, and to the field, with no warm up or rehersals, we did a fairly good job of it, despite our loss.
Next we tackled Seacoast, and, having some time to discuss strategies and warm up a bit, we shut them out 15-0. all the teams in our bracket won a game and lost one game, and somehow we managed to take the top seat in our bracket. So it was a quick dip in the pond, (a slight altercation with the life guard) and off to face NorthEastern.
Like our earlier opponents, NorthEastern – who arrived on their cushie tour bus, had numbers enough to put two full sides on the field. With unlimited subs, they freshened up their ten often, while we could only swap in one sub. All eleven of us played hard and well, but in the end NorthEastern got the better of us. Most noteworthy in this game was Evan, who, along with some superb play, continued to challenge their flyhalf - real bastard, who continually cloths-line [clothes?] and grab our players around the neck. Evan, kept his cool, and continued to run right at him, drawing penalty after penalty. After the ref had spoke to their player several times, and awarded us another penalty, Evan faked a kick and charged at him again, receiving yet another high tackle, and their player was ejected for the rest of the match.
Its difficult to single anyone out, as all the players were exceptional. The eleven of us worked as a team, communicated well, moved seamlessly through substitutions, and switching positions while in theheat of battle. The basic field looked like this for us: daren [Devon?] hooking, he really took a beating and hungin there for us, then Francis and Tractor, each
playing superb rugby. In the second row we had Hannas [Hannes], who played like a rock star, as per usual, - he also captained the team, giving us some much needed guidance. Simon and Chris (red) swapped on and off propping with Hannas. Both of whom were like tackling machines, very solid, very reliable, not much got past them. Ryan scrummed, having to handle a lot of abuse and dirty balls [comedy overload!], but did well, and attacked weak side productively with Hannas, scoring a try at one point. Mark and Evan swapped off at fly-half and inside center. These two did excellent talking to each other, often splitting the back row to attack, and did well at directing the rest of us into effective play. Outside Jacko attacked and defended brilliantly. I played on the wing, with Chris and Simon falling back to play there as well.
I think we represented the club well, all in all. It was good to see so many young, and new to the club
members there, as opposed to the [very] old guard. We all had a good time, some good words were said by all towards this, as we gathered up our gear and headed home. Cheers to you guys that went, and to those that helped!
Ed Lutjens
