Barring some Rory McIlroy-esque choking, even though we still have four games left we should be saving our pennies for some post-season playoff fun. The excitement, the anticipation, the stomach churning, the change of underpants… It’s that strangely relaxing time of the season where it doesn’t really matter what you do on the field of
I do hope after Red Dragons 1 Red Stripe 2 that we made a quick getaway over the border, because I believe the local heddlu are still searching around for errant Wombles to beat the shit out of. Something about a stolen three points, apparently… Got to say, we should be back in London right
Yes, looks like your editor can finally go to this. You can thank the NCCC for saving the editor a 4h train journey (one way) or spending another night up North, and it’s going to be like old times. Anyway, the game. Our form right now can best be described thus : play well and
(before Plaid Cymru start getting arsey with that title, I speak little Welsh…) Who said end-of-season wind-downs are supposed to be dull affairs? If truth be told, had we applied ourselves in the last couple of months as we did last night, then Dungeons 2 Dragons 2 would have been counted as a frustrating blip
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we won’t be in the playoffs. Whether it was over-confidence, lack of ability in scouting the opposition or just simply “one of those days” again, I dunno. But those expecting anything other than Celtic Crusaders 1 Harlequins RL 0 yesterday can justifiably feel deflated right now. Forget the
