Saints 39 Eagles 30
Back on the BEER are we boys?
After the last few wonderful weeks of champagne rugby, it was back to the dregs out of the drip tray again this week! Is it possible that Ellery's lifting of the "beer ban" has turned us into raving alcoholics, or is it just that time of the month again.
The minute of silence at the beginning of the game was observed wonderfully, but I do feel that to carry it on throughout the game was a little ridiculous. Sheffield's army of hard core followers (who parked their Lamberetta on the Black Bull car park) added wonderfully to the atmosphere by bringing their "Pringle" (crisp) Tins with them to beat out the death march on Sheffield's attacks.
Of the players that took to the field today, no-one had a particulary bad game, we were just very average at what we did. Paul Atcheson however, (last years Danny Arnold) played another storming game, sending Nick Gribben up to heights of ecstasy never before achieved.
We should have had the game wrapped up before half-time, but to give Sheffield credit, they never gave up hope and battled on to the end. Their last try was very sureal, and seemed to happen in slow motion, a fat bloke in a bonnet plodding away towards the try line with Apollo huffing and puffing away behind him, where on earth were the speedy wingmen with their cover tackles?
On a more interesting note, I felt a little sorry for Bob Bacon (the half time goal kicker), not just because he has a quite unfortunate name, but because his second attempt at goal bounced off the post. I reckon if he'd have got that one over, he would have had a great chance of winning the car. Hopefully, at the next home game, someone will use Neil "has my voice broken yet" Sexton's head to attempt the goal kicks.
HUGH'S ARSE OF THE WEEK
Maybe a little obvious this week, but the last time I saw a referee as bad as Karl Kirkpatrick, it was Karl Kirkpatrick.
I hadn't seen the guy for a while and thought he'd been booted off the SL panel, but here he was today rearing his ugly head to take charge (ha !) of the game.
There was no valid reason for about 50% of the penalties that he gave, and the amount of high tackles, offsides, forward passes, lying on etc. that he missed was unbeleivable. I don't know about the man's sexuality, but I would guess that he is gay, cos he ain't read the same rule book as me. That's for sure.
NEXT WEEK
I won't be attending the Hull game, cos it's too far and I cant be arsed going, so look out instead for a special report on the effects of Pie Pricing Policy in Wigan and it's effect on local Estate Agents.
