Well, I had my touch grand final this morning - that is, Saturday morning at half past ten. It was a tight affair, being level at 3-all at half time, then 7-all at full time. Of course, this was against a team that had had the wood over us all year - they beat us at the start of the season when we had a couple of work-horses missing, and then in the first final, when we played against them with five men and went down 8-1.
As touch finals do, we had to drop a man each at full time, so it was five a side for two minutes. I had spent the majority of the second half on the ground, so I volunteered my services on the pine. Two minutes came and it was time to drop another player, so it was four a side. At that stage, I subbed back in. It's frenetic with four a side, yet nobody managed to score. Another two minutes went by and it was time to drop another player. So it was three a side. One of their players got through, but because he was dummy half, he couldn't score, and had to pass it to a team mate to score. (When a tag is made, there is a roll ball, that is, the person who is tagged must step over the ball, rugby league style. If the person who picked it up is tagged, there is an automatic turn over, rather than having five touches. That person is the "dummy". That person is also not allowed to score.) So I was waiting for the pass back to my opponent, and managed to make the tag, as required. There were a few other runs to and fro, but essentially it blurred into one until Justin got the ball, on the right hand side of the ground after I passed it back to him. I yelled to run it into space, which is what he was going to do anyway. Mark, who has some ridiculous speed, was sitting out on the left wing, ready to recieve the pass from Justin, but the defence peeled off Justin and went to Mark and I, leaving an opening through which Justin was able to belt through and score. So we won!
Southern Touch Mens Division 5 Premiers. Thanks to Uniform City.
There was some gold sledging. If you buy me a beer, I might be able reproduce some of the gems that were on offer. Just remember, "Don't listen to the Golliwog".
As touch finals do, we had to drop a man each at full time, so it was five a side for two minutes. I had spent the majority of the second half on the ground, so I volunteered my services on the pine. Two minutes came and it was time to drop another player, so it was four a side. At that stage, I subbed back in. It's frenetic with four a side, yet nobody managed to score. Another two minutes went by and it was time to drop another player. So it was three a side. One of their players got through, but because he was dummy half, he couldn't score, and had to pass it to a team mate to score. (When a tag is made, there is a roll ball, that is, the person who is tagged must step over the ball, rugby league style. If the person who picked it up is tagged, there is an automatic turn over, rather than having five touches. That person is the "dummy". That person is also not allowed to score.) So I was waiting for the pass back to my opponent, and managed to make the tag, as required. There were a few other runs to and fro, but essentially it blurred into one until Justin got the ball, on the right hand side of the ground after I passed it back to him. I yelled to run it into space, which is what he was going to do anyway. Mark, who has some ridiculous speed, was sitting out on the left wing, ready to recieve the pass from Justin, but the defence peeled off Justin and went to Mark and I, leaving an opening through which Justin was able to belt through and score. So we won!
Southern Touch Mens Division 5 Premiers. Thanks to Uniform City.
There was some gold sledging. If you buy me a beer, I might be able reproduce some of the gems that were on offer. Just remember, "Don't listen to the Golliwog".
posted by BSJ-rom at 5:00 pm
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