WEATHER : Fine
PITCH : Firm
SCORE : 20-15
REF : Bob
CAPTAIN of the ship : Peter Collins
QUENCHIES BATTERED AND BRUISED ON ALL FRONTS
Crisis time at Quenchie headquarters as under siege head coach Prof Brian Burdett seeks to break the current losing streak, but is stymied with a depleted list of injury hit and absent stars.
The annual sojourn to Canberra of a contingent of quenchie and southern loyalists proved fruitful however with the Canberra Raiders retaining the Meninga trophy. Albeit with a rehab list extending to the outside carpark of the new Box Hill hospital according to Chris Peugot, who has his own parking spot there. With help from Maroondah boys in particular this week and with pace to burn in the outside backs the game was there to be won according to the Prof in a fire and brimstone pre-match address. Indeed with all 3 speed merchants scoring tries, two with debut slab tries, one could have expected a handsome win. Unfortunately Uni scored ugly and frequently enough to gain the victory on the day.< Heath, Carlo,and Russels Athletic tries all were quickly followed by game ending injuries. So common in high twitch muscled athletes explained assistant coach Doug Hunting Dog Hughes.
Highlight of the day came after young Heath cliff Priestly scored his first of what will be many dashing tries for the quenchies, unless the Rebel rising scouts were watching . Heath was so keen to pay up his penance for the boys ,he called out to his lovely wife Alice, who was watching on in wonder, ”get up the grog shop dear and get the boys their bonus for me”. So Alice in Liqourland it was, returning with a nice cold slab on the sound of the final hooter, or was that Mikey blowing his nose queried Russ Shelford.
A good close physical game played in good spirits and played to its natural end, unlike the Baa Baas/Melbourne game. And navy Pete wasn’t even playing noted Carlo.
Next two weeks are non-league fixtures ,being against Southern for the Matt Frost memorial game, and the Canberra Brumbie vets.
Interestingly Rumours are circling that former Victorian Vets coach of the year Supercoach Paul Moran will be casting his eye over proceedings in the next few weeks, as the Prof Burdett looks to re-group his charges and get the game plan and season back on track
Aka Heath Preistly
PITCH,part greasy part bog
WHITE LINE FEVER
A fierce contest against traditional rivals Maroondah, in conditions reminiscent of a Scottish summers day, was on offer for a strong crowd of Box Hill Unquenchable non-playing supporters.
Perhaps the grade weren’t playing, or they wanted any excuse to get out of the house, but yes numbers were out in force to help give Brian the Prof Burdett advice on how he should manage his charges for the day.“As if he needed it” quipped former New Zealand schoolboy Russel Shelford, you wouldn’t catch Brian playing your tallest player on the wing and your shortest as the lineout jumper would you now? Queried young Grant.
The Prof. had a star studded team at his fingertips with current grade backline supremo Clint Capell named at first five to help call the shots and bring home the bacon, or at least score some points. Indeed with a bench riddled with kiwi talent and Jif, the flying Carlo on the wing, Andy on familiar grounds, surely the Quenchies were in for a stout win. Or perhaps a Guinness after at the Dan o Connell, mused Denis.
The start of the game sore the blistering speed of Capell take Box Hill onto attack where they remained bogged in the mud for about 15minutes. Unfortunately during this period Clint was carried off for the first of several carear ending injuries during the game. Box Hill failed to convert their early dominance into points and allowed Maroondah too score the first of their 2 tries and dominated the middle parts of the game to some degree.
With the helpful interjection of several Uni stars in the second half the Quenchies lifted a gear and in the last ten minutes scored a good team try to the flying Carlo in the corner. Another close effort with Brians expansive game plan paying dividends saw Carlo running just outside the sideline preventing a try to help tie up proceedings. “Doesn’t Carlo know where the sideline is?” asked Mikey, who is looking very like a country gent these days in his Landrover and cheesecloth cap. He won’t make that mistake again given the chance! exclaimed Heath Priestly or I don’t know much about this game!.
The match had really picked up to a present a huge finale with forwards winning the pill for the backs to spin it wide to the go to man, yes the flying Carlo, who appeared on the opposite wing to cross the try line untouched and score a try that no doubt Clint, who had risen like the phoenix, would convert and share the points. Unfortunately Carlo being an avid tennis fan thought treading on the white line was all kosher. The ref however on protestations to the contrary from Maroondah witnesses and a raised flag from honest Andy Ellis, declined the try and called it a day. Carlo was furios, that was a try he roared! I was robbed! Once photogenial Jim had showed him his documentary evidence the cries of foulplay quickly abated, and Carlo looked for a dark and quiet dressing room.
A good close game in all,played in good spirits, bar Andys issues with halfbacks.
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