Everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth

It was eventually determined that 40 something Leos arrived at Crag Lane, some on time, for what turned out to be an excellent INTRA-club game and extremely enjoyable social afterwards.

With a good 15 minutes still before kickoff and teams yet to be determined, the players trundled out onto the field for a bit of warm up. CJ’s topless touch and pass attempts would have been the day’s largest crime against fashion were it not for Gabes’ shorts. Until that day I had never thought about how accurate the word shorts could be. Thought for the day: Are they still classed as budgie smugglers if the budgie spends most of the time half escaped? Answers on a postcard.

Refjoy, looking every bit the proper official in his yellow top and pyjama bottoms, appeared on the pitch to warm up with a bit of aimless kicking. I am yet to see Craig Joubert or Wayne Barnes replicate this warm up, favouring the more traditional jog and stretch approach, but no doubt we have this to look forward to in the upcoming Six Nations.

The teams were decided ‘school boy’ style on the field. Names were shared, lineout calls and backs moves were determined and then we kicked off what turned out to be a fine feast of running rugby. Backs lines were swapped at half time and everyone lost track of the score. Skill levels varied from the sublime to the ridiculous. The entire game was played competitively but in excellent spirits by everyone … bar Cadgey Senior who was eventually sin binned by Refjoy (who HATES showing cards normally) for repeated acts of idiocy. I’ve checked with the IRB and this is actually an offence.

After the game we retired to the clubhouse to watch the England match. Good chat was had, we played the numbers game and all followed international drinking rules to a fault. I went home pissed at about 6pm.