For the first time in a loooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggg time I felt the volunteer staff and I had a relatively stress free day. Too hot for football no doubt, would much have preferred to be sunning myself on Elizabeth Beach, Forster with the bride but nonetheless all seemed to go ok. Wonder why it felt different?
Perhaps it was the assistance of the lower grade players who rolled their sleeves up and helped out in the canteen when it was needed the most. Thanks to Pimple and Jono.
As for the footy, 1st Grade didn't go according to plan, but we still showed some strong moments. As the team learns to gel with other we'll get stronger and stronger each week. There's plenty to work with and importantly plenty to work on. Knowing our Coaches like I do, I think they wouldn't have it any other way. They are about teaching the players the art of game management. We knew we had a lot of work to do, and we have made some great progress, but we also knew there'd be some hiccups along the way. Well done to Wests for seizing the day and best of luck for the rest of the season.
As for lower grades, it was a great day. You know when it's great when a chirpy coach has penned his match report with some poetic creativity. I loved it.
Here it is for everyone else's enjoyment.
Go Parra!
Muncher
‘Are they gunna win today’, he said?
I said, ‘well I dunno’
The boys trained well all through the week
But they’ve still all got to show
I was standing at the gate way to
The Rugby field at home
With this thin, scant haired gentleman
Who keeps asking for a poem
‘We’ve got three teams to play today
‘In the lower grades’, said I
‘Surely we’ll snag one’ he said
‘Hope so’ was my reply.
I looked around the park once or twice
The players all filed in
The captains got them all prepared
For the intended historic win.
Fifths played the first game of the day
Against a local team
We scored real quick, then went to sleep
It’s enough to make you scream
Finally the penny dropped
That it’s more fun with the ball
Score and score again we did
We kept possession – that’s all
Fours decided to be fair again
And let the others in
Despite being the team on top
It looked like we’d not win
A few well chosen words were said
Not fit to be in ink
From our captain coach, Lui
The players finally made to think
It’s really not all that hard
To hold onto the pill
To play a game well organised
And not look like a dill
The whistle finally blew full time
Parra’s five points in the lead
We’d done our best to lose it
Lui’s words they at last did heed
‘Two from three the gent’ exclaimed
‘That result was good to hear’
‘Yep’ said I with some relief
As the second game caused much fear
Thirds ran onto the home ground turf
Expectations they were high
The first half was explosive
As we ran in many a try.
The opposition had no answer
To the onslaught that we heaped
Until the second half came ‘round
And we went to bloody sleep
We need to learn that games are won
And lost in final plays
We need to keep the pedal down
To ensure our winning ways
There was no scare in this event
Too far in front were we
But in a closer contest
Unhappy we might be
‘How good d’ya feel’ the gent inquired
Not talking ‘bout my health
‘Three from three’ he said with glee
The smile all ‘bout his mouth
Christini’s, the one I’d like to tell,
That in third grade did arrive
Finally a thing called structure
And that I’m still alive