Unquenchables v Maroondah

WEATHER-Odd sprinkle
PITCH,part greasy part bog
SCORE 12-5
REF Jerry
CAPTAIN-Hilly?

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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