Yes, yes, I know. You have all been waiting patiently for the ramblings of a an old man about schoolboy rugby, all described through a prism of food, faith and tomfoolery. Here we go for another round.
Newington v Kings
If it wasn't for the Methodists Wookies in 1870 taking on the Anglican Cattlemen we would not be here right now. The occasion this weekend really needs more than it deserves. Speaking to an insider at Stanmore in 2019, he divulged the program for tomorrow. There were going to be exhibition game played in old uniforms and under former rules. (rucking!!!) Special guests from across the land and South Pacific with even a touch of royalty. Kings would of course supplied the grandeur in the car park (just before the local Stanmore Street rats stole their car badges). Now we are left with a wind swept Johnson oval, with local magpies, crows and KFC wrappers floating in the air above. There will be the unusual silence of no airplanes flying overhead, so close you could read the menu. It will be a quiet occasion. For this game, math, science and Cattle size all scream a Kings win. But I do hope that somewhere deep within the Wyvern Dragon, a small spark will emerge and catch fire. If there was one game, just one game Newington would want, more than anything to win, it is this one. My head says Kings, BUT deep down I would like Newington for once to be the dragon that defeats the dragon slayer. Kings by a 12 quiches.
Newington v Kings
If it wasn't for the Methodists Wookies in 1870 taking on the Anglican Cattlemen we would not be here right now. The occasion this weekend really needs more than it deserves. Speaking to an insider at Stanmore in 2019, he divulged the program for tomorrow. There were going to be exhibition game played in old uniforms and under former rules. (rucking!!!) Special guests from across the land and South Pacific with even a touch of royalty. Kings would of course supplied the grandeur in the car park (just before the local Stanmore Street rats stole their car badges). Now we are left with a wind swept Johnson oval, with local magpies, crows and KFC wrappers floating in the air above. There will be the unusual silence of no airplanes flying overhead, so close you could read the menu. It will be a quiet occasion. For this game, math, science and Cattle size all scream a Kings win. But I do hope that somewhere deep within the Wyvern Dragon, a small spark will emerge and catch fire. If there was one game, just one game Newington would want, more than anything to win, it is this one. My head says Kings, BUT deep down I would like Newington for once to be the dragon that defeats the dragon slayer. Kings by a 12 quiches.