Worcester (U12) vs Stourbridge (u12) mixed teams game 1
A game of two halves, as most games are...
The morning started with the both squads refusing to break ranks, 50 strong, the ranks on each side pacing, eyeballing, grabbing bits of their bodies, occasionally poking out tongues, one brave soul let rip a timid armpit fart. Eventually the coaches were able to infiltrate the herds and divide each into two in a random fashion, and so the mixed team games were ready to commence, both matches arranged to simultaneously start at the same exact second to ensure none gained advantage by studying form and tactics of the other, like what happens on the telly innit.
The Woo immediately had the edge, as well as the corners, the faces, the, errr, indices? Is that part of a shape? The insides? Yep, the insides, they had the insides, and BA Baracus, Clubber Lang, Mr. T himself found a gap and crossed the line. A bit of to and fro, and lo, Super Trouper Pooper Scooper Rufus Cooper-Hyde dummied, stepped, dummied, stepped and scored.
Half time, 0 to the 2 to the Mighty Woo.
And then, to some extent the wheels fell off. 4 tries from nowhere by the Men from the Bridge, and the Worcester boys heads were spinning. Time enough for George Riley to bump his way over, but too little too late.
We're going live now for a post match interview with Mr T himself:
"So Will, what the Petula Clark just happened out there?"
"Well, we got off to a good start, the boss was happy, bagged a couple, half time, we're all pretty happy, and then we forgot we were playing rugby and went back out with the aim of winning gold in the 1984 LA Olympics synchronised swimming final. 4 tries by the Bridge later we remembered what we were doing, but it was all a bit late."
"Do you have a prediction for the fight?"