4 days - 5 matches - 6 hours sleep!
We came down on the coach, thinking it would by a 5/6 hour journey, it ended up being 8.
We travelled through the scenic valleys of Wales, densely inhabited by, yes lads, I know, sheep. We then arrived at Quay West Holiday park in the midst of the flashing lights of "FUNWORKS" where, once everyone was assigned their accommodation for the long weekend, coins were swallowed up by the amusement machines, and bars were swarmed by the adults of the Legends Party.
On Saturday, the swimming pool was taken over by a game of American Football - which ended up as wrestling - before the coach's ignition was turned at 1:30, ready to escort us to the fields of battle at Aberystwyth RFC.
First match, Briton Ferry - very feisty Welsh lads. They played well, but so did we ; the defensive barrier held strong and prevented a good side, who ended up doing very well in the tournament, from scoring. Final score 0-0. A feast of points.
Match 2-Luctonians, who ran out of "luc" against us . Although Letchworth did not live up to our high standards of play, new kid on the block, Tom "never let yer dog ski" came up trumps with a good bit of tight play to secure a 5-0 victory.
The last match of the day saw Sutton & Epsom take us on, bit much having to play two teams but there you go! The match was fast paced and Letchworth proved to be the speedier of the two. Final score: 10-5
The entertainment began once again around the bar and amusement areas. After the players'/ empty stomachs were refuelled, the fun began. There were tickets and tequilas galore. On stage were a kinky threesome performing some classic pop tunes. After their act finished,on come the DJ, and with music such as Fedde Le Grandes "Put Your Hands Up For Detroit
", the lads really started to bust out some moves. A few of the lads minds were elsewhere though.. namely Liam Fitts ( though by the look ofthe picture, left, there is not much hope...)and Tom Ansell, who e clearly more interested in getting Ruby Sharp onto the dance floor, to get up close and personal in rhythm to the beats of the disco anthems. It was only when someone - Alfie Burkett I believe - requested some R 'n' B, and Ice Cube's "You Can Do It Put You Back Into It" pumped out of the speakers, that they got what they wanted.
Some fine moves were shown by the lads and adults alike, though there was disappointment when the disco ended. There was however one more highlight of the night. The sight of seeing Bean skidding down head first on the bowling alley, and crashing into the pins.
The next morning came and once again the pool was taken over by Letchworth u 14's, with mini basketballs flying all over the place. Many of the lads, including myself, left the water with red marks all over the backs, and in my case faces - they know how it happened.....
We had qualified for the cup, and our first game was against hosts Aberystwyth. They were a strong side, and managed to rack up 20 points, against our none. Tom Ansell's injury saw changes in the side, which interrupted the flow of the game. They took advantage of the wind, and they were bigger, stronger and faster. Although we were beaten, we came away with our heads held high.
The final 30 minutes of the tour were 30 minutes against Essex side, Woodford. Another disappointing performance led to a Woodford try in the second half. Letchworth fought back and managed to get a try, due to some great running from Tom Simmons , and close follow up play from Liam Fitts. The last play of the game came and Letchworth gave away a penalty. The scores were tied, but Woodford chose to kick into touch, signalling the end of the game. We were dumbfounded - it was a draw - though Woodford were celebrating. What we didn't know was that that in the event of a draw in these stages of the tournament, the team that scored first were pronounced winners. There was arguments, but those were the rules, we just didn't know. We would have taken the win if we had scored first, and anyway, we did not do enough to win the game.
The final was between Briton Ferry and Aberystwyth. Briton Ferry won 10-0. We were the only team they didn't beat!
So commiserations and congratulations to the lads, but that's the way things go. In the evening, we left for a hotel in town, to have a roast turkey meal, and disco afterwards.
Mushroom soup for starters, but some of the lads just couldn't wait for main course, not necessarily for the food, but so they could get another look at the supposedly 14 year old waitress.... especially (and this is just for bean)... her boyfriend Mr Michael Burnett.
An award was presented at the dinner, for Player of the Tour. It was given to Greg "Butch" Hobbs for his ball carrying and crucial tackling. I'm sure you will all agree, we would have done a lot worse without the maxed-out machine.
The disco commenced, and again there was some fantastic dancing from the lads, notably Jack Anthony ( see dodgey picture, left... is this man a simpleton?) and his smooth moves. Another member of the Anthony family joined in with lads. Steve got up and got the lads going during "500 miles.". On the way back to the park a good sing song was in order. The chants were in the style of " We've got Fatty Burkett , in the back" etc.
The Sunday night was dedicated to a good nights sleep, apart from for the caravan that Fitts and co were in. A strange figure was lurking around the caravan, and they turned off the gas. Bush hunter Karen went out to have a look, but there was no luck though.
So the tour was a good crack and there was some good rugby was played too. We look forward to next year.
We came down on the coach, thinking it would by a 5/6 hour journey, it ended up being 8.
We travelled through the scenic valleys of Wales, densely inhabited by, yes lads, I know, sheep. We then arrived at Quay West Holiday park in the midst of the flashing lights of "FUNWORKS" where, once everyone was assigned their accommodation for the long weekend, coins were swallowed up by the amusement machines, and bars were swarmed by the adults of the Legends Party.
On Saturday, the swimming pool was taken over by a game of American Football - which ended up as wrestling - before the coach's ignition was turned at 1:30, ready to escort us to the fields of battle at Aberystwyth RFC.
First match, Briton Ferry - very feisty Welsh lads. They played well, but so did we ; the defensive barrier held strong and prevented a good side, who ended up doing very well in the tournament, from scoring. Final score 0-0. A feast of points.
Match 2-Luctonians, who ran out of "luc" against us . Although Letchworth did not live up to our high standards of play, new kid on the block, Tom "never let yer dog ski" came up trumps with a good bit of tight play to secure a 5-0 victory.The last match of the day saw Sutton & Epsom take us on, bit much having to play two teams but there you go! The match was fast paced and Letchworth proved to be the speedier of the two. Final score: 10-5
The entertainment began once again around the bar and amusement areas. After the players'/ empty stomachs were refuelled, the fun began. There were tickets and tequilas galore. On stage were a kinky threesome performing some classic pop tunes. After their act finished,on come the DJ, and with music such as Fedde Le Grandes "Put Your Hands Up For Detroit
", the lads really started to bust out some moves. A few of the lads minds were elsewhere though.. namely Liam Fitts ( though by the look ofthe picture, left, there is not much hope...)and Tom Ansell, who e clearly more interested in getting Ruby Sharp onto the dance floor, to get up close and personal in rhythm to the beats of the disco anthems. It was only when someone - Alfie Burkett I believe - requested some R 'n' B, and Ice Cube's "You Can Do It Put You Back Into It" pumped out of the speakers, that they got what they wanted.Some fine moves were shown by the lads and adults alike, though there was disappointment when the disco ended. There was however one more highlight of the night. The sight of seeing Bean skidding down head first on the bowling alley, and crashing into the pins.
The next morning came and once again the pool was taken over by Letchworth u 14's, with mini basketballs flying all over the place. Many of the lads, including myself, left the water with red marks all over the backs, and in my case faces - they know how it happened.....
We had qualified for the cup, and our first game was against hosts Aberystwyth. They were a strong side, and managed to rack up 20 points, against our none. Tom Ansell's injury saw changes in the side, which interrupted the flow of the game. They took advantage of the wind, and they were bigger, stronger and faster. Although we were beaten, we came away with our heads held high.
The final 30 minutes of the tour were 30 minutes against Essex side, Woodford. Another disappointing performance led to a Woodford try in the second half. Letchworth fought back and managed to get a try, due to some great running from Tom Simmons , and close follow up play from Liam Fitts. The last play of the game came and Letchworth gave away a penalty. The scores were tied, but Woodford chose to kick into touch, signalling the end of the game. We were dumbfounded - it was a draw - though Woodford were celebrating. What we didn't know was that that in the event of a draw in these stages of the tournament, the team that scored first were pronounced winners. There was arguments, but those were the rules, we just didn't know. We would have taken the win if we had scored first, and anyway, we did not do enough to win the game.
The final was between Briton Ferry and Aberystwyth. Briton Ferry won 10-0. We were the only team they didn't beat!
So commiserations and congratulations to the lads, but that's the way things go. In the evening, we left for a hotel in town, to have a roast turkey meal, and disco afterwards.
Mushroom soup for starters, but some of the lads just couldn't wait for main course, not necessarily for the food, but so they could get another look at the supposedly 14 year old waitress.... especially (and this is just for bean)... her boyfriend Mr Michael Burnett.An award was presented at the dinner, for Player of the Tour. It was given to Greg "Butch" Hobbs for his ball carrying and crucial tackling. I'm sure you will all agree, we would have done a lot worse without the maxed-out machine.
The disco commenced, and again there was some fantastic dancing from the lads, notably Jack Anthony ( see dodgey picture, left... is this man a simpleton?) and his smooth moves. Another member of the Anthony family joined in with lads. Steve got up and got the lads going during "500 miles.". On the way back to the park a good sing song was in order. The chants were in the style of " We've got Fatty Burkett , in the back" etc.
The Sunday night was dedicated to a good nights sleep, apart from for the caravan that Fitts and co were in. A strange figure was lurking around the caravan, and they turned off the gas. Bush hunter Karen went out to have a look, but there was no luck though.
So the tour was a good crack and there was some good rugby was played too. We look forward to next year.
