Hertford Termites 15 -v- 8 Pinner And Grammarians RFC
CUP WINNERS IN AN ARM WRESTLE OF FANTASTIC RUGBY
Job done. That’s about it really, not much to crow about. Whatever, let’s have a chat. After a long and generally fantastic club season we got our 1st club Ole on the last day of the season with Ollys army and ARobs 2s wannabees both winning their respective merit league knockout trophies.
Yes, the 3s may be quicker and their bodies may be temples and well done to them, but for now ill concentrate on the Termites; our bodies are nearer to bouncy castles than temples and we play fast slow-motion rugby you can enjoy, it’s sort of like watching the slow-motion replay at the same time of real play. But today we were quicker and better than the very good opposition.
The Termites press machine has been quiet for a couple of weeks; winning the semi over at Chesham and ending the league campaign convincingly at Berkhamstead led us to this feisty and ferocious head to head against Pinner 2s in the merit 5 final.
Thanks to Fossie for taking us training in the week before the game; you should start this training earlier in the season, its actually quite good although cones seemed a bit too far apart and the bit with the tackle bags was a bit rough for my liking.
Matchday and the omens looked good; we were very up for this. We were missing 2 stalwarts; Besty to a messed-up finger and Jack to a messed-up logic of going away with his missus to Rome rather than play in a final. The rest of us spent most of the week winding each other up with war chants and writing soppy messages on social media, so much so I was worried id be pregnant by match day.
Blessed with presence of Mr President the pressure was on (albeit Kingo wasn’t allowed on the bus even though we’d paid extra for a booster seat). Ged looked on to witness 1st hand the absolute slowness of his bottom team and the general fruits of his season long directorship and selection nightmares.
Saracen Amateurs was the neutral setting final, oh the glory of it! Well not quite, that place has seen better days but we lit it up. Gifted the 1st team pitch we gifted the bumper crowd with some excellent sport. Pinner had some big muscles but we had bigger hearts.
The back-row machine of Angry, Alf and newly crowned player of the season Hugo smashed crashed and played heads up rugby. It may be a cop out but they get my man of the match. Simple stuff was order of the day; the real men toiled around the corner, 2 /3 phases widening the field and letting the backs loose with Mas opening the account in the corner with a 4-yard screamer after some ace crossed field handling. We missed his soon to be Army doctor son Matt today but Mas gets the season bragging rights with 8 tries to 4 in the old man’s favour.
At last we got the line out right with Angry and Luke bullying; the only crap coming down from these flying birds was the stolen wonky oppo throw ins. Big hand to Chris who stood in for the front row joining James and Big G against a powerful and grotesque opposition line up.
More steady forwards effort released pin up Preece to score the try of our season; a jinking, beguiling 40-yard cross field break leaving Pinner players grasping at shadows in his wake to score on the corner.
More the same in your face close quarters play saw another of the seasons wonders in the shape of Ellis make a trade mark strike from the base after more forward dominance to take us 15 v 0 up. This write up makes it sounds like we had this in the bag but the score didn’t do Pinner any justice. They play good running rugby and managed to salvage a penalty to take us 15 v 3 in at H/T.
In true Termites spirit the bench came on, half centurions for half centurions, some may say tactically it’s never a good move but this collective ugliness got us here over 5 months and this is how we roll. Pinner had the better of the half bringing it back to 15 v 8 with a try out wide. The last 25 minutes was a nightmare for the onlooker and an arm wrestle of a game. The skipper kept bulldozing and Mitch made countless cross field breaks to keep the dream alive. The convict kept us safe at the back with a surprisingly small number of forward passes and knock ons. On the other flank, Julie, the player of the term with most tries not scored made some outstanding breaks, failed to score, again, and saved the game towards the end with a crunching collision with his opposite number. We send our best the Pinner winger who had to leave the party.
There were no finger nails left as the excellent ref called it a day. What a result and big hand to Olly for keeping this herd of cats together over the season.
The rest of the day was ours, Pinner were gracious in defeat and we look forward to meeting them again.
Missing Alfie on the bus we sang to Angrys tune but not to Neil’s whose rugby repertoire extends no further than ‘the wheels on the bus’ (the clean version). Back at HQ Mrs C looked after us until we were absolutely fit for nothing by 8pm in the High Oak with Billy’s Dad. Julie finished off with a tequilla rose baileys shaker for nicking a hoody out of the kids lost property box; “ I look good in this don’t I ?”
This has been another fab season at the best club around, and one where you are guaranteed not to waste money in the shop. One more season men!
Byrne, Groves, Big G, Chippy, Roe, Church, Bartlett, Hugo, Ellis, Preece, Gawthorne, Mitch, Mas, Julie, Macacactaccamanany, McDonald, Mayes, Walpole, Bigham