Clifton Nomads 0 – Club De Rugby Pueyrredon 31 - 20/02/2013
entertained the Argentinean touring team in front of a capacity crowd on a very
Chilly Wednesday evening. After the anthems, emotions were running high and the
scene was set for a feast of rugby entertainment. Sadly, for the Clifton side this anticipation was short lived as the
Argentineans made huge in roads into Clifton
territory from the kick off. The defence held for several phases, before the
ball was moved from one side of the pitch to the other resulting in a good
score out wide for the touring team.
Clifton Nomads 40 - 5 St Marys Old Boys 06/12/2012
Standing room only in the dressing room after Aftab had sent his emotional
email pleading for anyone to confirm their availability for the eagerly
anticipated top of the table clash. Standard banter of people being too fat
and old to play etc...
Once out on the field, which was in great condition considering the recent
weather and bathed in sunshine, JCF put the troops through their paces with
a good old fashioned 4 corners drill and some abuse about how we were
useless, quick stud check and out on to the park.
Following the catastrophic loss of my protective ear bandages in the first half, I have to apologise for any inaccuracies in the retelling of the match... being pinned between Jason and Neil’s arses for most the game did nothing for my memory.
Clifton stamped their authority early on after a couple of minutes with two tries in the space of ten minutes. The first, a result of the packs' quick, hard hitting runs. The second a combination of great hands and use of the ball out wide.
Clifton V Avonmouth score quite a lot to nil
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How did I end up having to do this, ah yes I remember I turned up!
The day started like many of the nomads outings, staying in the changing room for as long as possible before entering the fray. The last of the stragglers drudged up to the shelf just in time for kick off. We lost the toss and found ourselves receiving.
Clifton 34 - 7 St Brendands Old Boys Home 22/01/2012
We turned up, got changed, took the p*ss out of each other, kicked off, scored a try, they kicked off, we scored another. They kicked off again, we crossed the line to score but Maycock was haymaking so we had to start again but... scored another try. HT.
Clifton Nomads 3 - 23 Old Bristolians Home 10/12/2011
Having been told that OB’s had made contact on Wednesday to state that they would not be able to field a front row there was definitely the spell of a rat in the air and it wasn’t the veterans amongst us !! Anyhow we realised we were going to be playing a much younger mobile pack and that we would have a game on our hands. Our back line was a mix match of forwards and backs, playing out of position.
Sorry if I get any names wrong, due to my self-harming incident earlier in the season I have only played two games (and two minutes) so I’m not sure who’s who yet:
As in the previous weeks, our warm-up consisted of standing around chatting and enjoying the good weather whilst the opposition had been doing drills well before we showed up. On this occasion it didn't do us any favours, as from the kick off the Aretians No 5 (who seemed to have been cross-bred with a shire horse) collected and bounced off three or four tackles on the way to the try line.
Last game of the Summer, and ironically, the first wet weather game
As per usual, the nomads squad turn up in dribs and drabs whilst the opposition were there early going through their warm up routines
With the world cup over, you’d think we’d now have a full squad available, but it was a limited number. It was also a bit quieter without Jinx in the backs, and Jason in the forwards. A team was put together, with a few people helping the cause by playing out of position – Andy Stephens in the centre and Hardy at hooker, though I’m sure they’ve probably played there before at some point
5 tries: Graham, Paddy x2, Gareth & Ross (3 conversions from Jon)
What a difference a week makes in the weather, it was obvious that this game was not going to be the sweat fest that the previous Saturday’s heatwave had caused. No, it was going to be a sweat fest from being unfit, lard arses – as it should be.
Firstly thanks to everyone who voted for me on sat afternoon. I still can't think for the life of me what I did to overtake ryan for the prestigious accolade. It comes to something when we have to bribe our way out of writing this bloody match report!! Oh and by the way I don't owe another report. It was yet another stitch up to have me fill out another of these wretched things for our new boy dexter....!!
What a day for rugby, hottest Sat in England in Oct for over 100 years. The hallowed shelf looked amazing with the turf soft but firm and the grass as green as in the billy goat gruff story. Normal situation as we rocked up to find the oppo wasting energy in the intense heat in a serious warm up. We on the other hand watched in pity and then shared a few jokes in the change room half an hour to go. The old ' any one got any black tape ?' came up again but no Jinksy to take the bait. Ross managed to sneak on the 13 shirt and made Afcabs unload the whole bag before realising. I'd like to say it was great to see Bally back but i won't .... great to see Frayer tho!
On the Saturday afternoon in question, God eventually got bored having a slash all over Bristol and removing himself from the pub toilet in the sky, ventured back into the bar to watch a most famous game unfold.
The scoreline is probably the most positive part of the match report. . . .
it seems we need Bally back - when he's not here, we all play shit to
compensate. . . Come back Bally, all is forgiven, althought you might have
to Bench because Guy at fullback was better than you, or it could have been
Henry his brother, or Charlie, or Freddy or anyone with 2 arms and 10
fingers. Actually, correct that, I reckon Darryl could do a pretty good job
With the six nations fizzling to a close the previous weekend, spring had sprung and with it an optimistic mood for a game of champagne rugby was in the offing. Unfortunately for those donning shorts and flip flops Saturday afternoon saw the temperature drop with a distinctly chilly north easterly wind.
Another glorious day for rugby and another cry off from a frightened Dings meant we faced off against a very strong BAC side who had players who could actually perform and not just look like rugby players. They still made the school boy error of warming up about an hour before the kick off whereas we thought the nice warm day was enough for us along with a couple of stretches and usual bumbling lineouts to give them a false sense of confidence
I have decided that now the heat is off from the Asian sensation 2 author of "black cab black heart" or " I cant drive that far on a empty stomach" that I can now write the match report for the impressive victory at Thornbury.
A comfortable win by Nomadic standards this week, even the referee couldn't argue with this kind of score, the chap would have done his best I'm sure! The flood gates opened pretty quickly three tries within ten minutes, we expected a reaction from the Ashley Downers, but it never really happened, a bit of a scuffle kicked off, which was likely to be started by the boys we lent them anyway, but no, a big hand to those that helped them out and made a game of it.
We turned up to see a very large Broad Plain squad being put through a vigorous warm up; you could have almost imagined it was a mix of the 1st and 2nd’s … … but that wouldn’t be the case now would it. We were content with our usual high intensity compacted warm up. The rains then cleared and Broad Plain kicked off the start of the game.
On arriving at a deserted Clifton Rugby Club it was eerily peaceful, adding to the fact was only 12 players from each team had managed to drag themselves away from a waterlogged Ryder Cup. Gone were the scenes from a week ago when the touchlines were 3 deep for jockeys last game and players were spewing from every changing room.
In the changing rooms before the game I over heard this.
Trevor Davis: "So what did you do in the summer, dad?"
Paul Stevens: "Well apart from anything else, I was in a university production of The Bacchae by Euripides."
The author of this exemplary piece of sports journalism does not possess the knowledge to post the article to the website you are hopefully now reading and has had to resort to sending it to a man who doesn't even have his own e-mail address. If you've got this far, you're doing well. Certainly better than Batesy, who on delivering me safely to the Avonmouth playing fields with my kit bag, proved he was to challenge Captain Hamid for dick of the day by having to return from whence he came to collect his own kit bag from the Clifton bar!
A new season begins, with the same title to defend. Everyone was obviously keen to start the new season – we had a full 15 players turn up.
The game kicked off with Clifton having five front row specialists in the pack, and Sleepy on the wing.
Two debuts from Osh on the other wing, and Sam at flanker – both had fine games and both got on the score sheet
Match report this week shall be in the form of rhyme as i am to unwell to complete it in the art of dance.
Saturday was upon us so bright and so cheerful
I had decided to play rugby again knowing i would get an earful,
I had to play the compulsion was to great,
I had to show Blowers i was a good prop but i am a better no8
It was a typical cold, wet Saturday afternoon in March, all the team were keen and turned up early and went for an hour long training session before the big game, while us nomads were still on our way to the ground. Apparently 80 mins of rugby isn’t enough for the chipping sods so they get their fix in early.