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Nomads Rugby Football Club
Hampshire Portsmouth Milton Southsea PO RFC League
Ventnor 12 - 25 Nomads
With an early
start on the cards, the better looking part of the team was groggy to
say the best. Neither the less the team assembled, even James ‘No
Boots’ Clarke had turned up on time. After a long journey through
what seemed like south Wales, (words were had with our new Welsh contingent
about etiquette with the sheep) we arrived at the ground, feeling quite
chilly it may be said.
The game began with an alarming unfamiliarity; the Nomads had started
well and crossed the line early through Lord Farquhar and Pete Swift.
Ventnor bounced back quickly with a try of their own, the ball squirting
out of a scrum, someone missed a tackle and they went on to score, we
need not dwell on it. The something very familiar happened, the bitching
began. People at each other’s throats, this began to detract from
the job at hand and we began to play poorly. Something then happened which
doesn’t usually, we pulled our selves together, and played as a
team, once we did that, Ventnor were as good as finished.
The second half began with some powerful play from Nomads tight five,
leading to a try from Marc ‘sheepy’ Powell, set up by a very
good looking blindside, the pass may have been a little suspect, but as
with everything suspect in his game, we need not dwell on it. With more
power play, and some quick passing and a beautiful floated pass from the
good looking blindside slash fly half put Dan Mitchell in the corner.
Some will argue that he did most of the work with some quick walking,
but it’s all rubbish, the pass was better, FACT. On a serious note,
it was a great finish; we’ve been waiting for him to do that for
a while, good all round wing play.
Ventnor then picked themselves up with help from their crowd; they played
with the passion and intensity that Nomads have so often lacked. However,
for all their endeavours they made little progress. They were confronted
with a very stubborn, iron curtain style defence; lead by Captain Tom
Maslin (should have been carded). With one last push Ventnor were denied
and Jamie Shore slotted a cheeky drop goal to seal things up. Game Over,
12-25 Nomads, job done.
Man of the Match – Collectively the front row were impeccable. Steve
Hill and Benny were outstanding in the scrumage and in the tight, where
as Marc Powell was dogged and fast in the loose.
Dick of the Day – A few candidates, James Clarke for not having
any boots, but it has to go to the pace man, the quickest man in the team,
who got chased down by a forward. However, the worst thing was buy some
new girly boots, for somebody else to wear, twat.
Until next time, xx
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Nomads RFC
Portsmouth, UK
