Sunday 29th November, 2015

This Saturday we had an away match at Berkhamstead. I'm in the 3rd team and annoyingly quite a few of the team were either away or injured, including our captain. Perhaps fortunately the 4th team match was cancelled and so we gained a few replacements from them. Although this provided us with the numbers we required it also further disrupted our well practised and familiar team. I had looked at the weather and one of the saving graces for this 2 and a bit hour journey with an unfamiliar team was that the weather was going to be better than it was at rugby and it seemed as if it wouldn't rain and the sky's would be clear... well It didn't rain but as we stepped of the bus onto the wet ground and mud splashed up onto our suits I feel we all expected what we were into. As the cutting wind caused our team to bow our heads whilst we forced our way through the chilling air towards the changing room we were certain it was going to be miserable. The match started out as even, I had the feeling that neither team wanted to be there and could not really commit to try and hurt each other! However as the game progressed it became obvious we were the stronger side but still no scores were placed on the board. At halftime we got a waking up from our coach and hit them hard at this start of the second half, scoring two tries and ensuring our lead. Lead in place we lay back and finished the game how we started it, carefully passing the bull from arms to arms as hands and fingers were completely useless! We made it back onto the coach and sat fairly silently, all looking forward to our warm shower and then a drink at the pub.