Showing posts with label Rugby Union. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rugby Union. Show all posts
Saturday, 9 December 2017
Thursday, 23 November 2017
Light Blue Through and Through
Saturday, 15 March 2014
I Was There
Apologies for
the fact that this is the first MHR jaunt of 2014. It’s not that I’ve not been blogging, more
that I’ve not been anywhere. The demands
of full-time work as a secondary school team leader for science (my life since last Easter) have increased
to the point where most weekends have been spent simply recovering or catching
up. I couldn’t safely cover the road
miles. I hope that this will change and
I will soon be adding to my 529 football grounds. However, when a friend from university days contacted
me at 4pm on a Monday with the kind offer of a weekend escape …
Hopperational details
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Date & Venue
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Saturday 8
March 2014 at Murrayfield, Edinburgh
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Result
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Scotland 17 France 19
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Competition
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Six Nations
Rugby Union
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Hopping
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First trip
to Murrayfield. Slightly surprised to
count and find that this is only my 7th rugby ground of which 3
would be double-counted for “soccer”.
For the record my 4+3 are Grange Road (Cambridge University), The
Reddings (Moseley), Twickenham and now Murrayfield with Vicarage Road, Loftus
Road and the Madjeski Stadium as the duplicates.
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Pre-match preparation
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Easyjet
Friday night to Edinburgh with lots of Frenchmen in cockerel hats, a bus ride
to a pint of Tennants in the Kublai Khan Mongolian BBQ in Leith and a reunion
with some university friends – the first time in over 20 years that this
particular combination of characters has been together in one place. You know who you are, you legends. Cab ride to apartment for further
reminiscing. The years fell away. Saturday morning Number 10 bus to Princes
Street (no laughing at my Mr Sensible Edinburgh Bus Map, lads), walk up to the castle and along the Royal Mile for Deuchars IPA before settling to
pies n’pints o’heavy. Management of
ageing bladders demanded coffee & cake pit stop half-way to the ground before we settled in
front of the big screen in Murrayfield to watch Ireland’s demolition of Italy and drink Guinness.
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This match in one sentence
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Scotland
could and should have won it, but gave a late, late chance to France who won
the game with only seconds to spare.
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So what?
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France will
get a chance to win the championship with a showdown in Paris against
Ireland, depending on the earlier Italy v England result.
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The drama unfolds
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Lots
written elsewhere about this game so this late blogpost is irrelevant as far
as match analysis is concerned, so this is just an “I was there” post to at
least remind readers that I still exist.
After a
rousing set of pre-match rituals mostly involving bagpipes (whoever thought
of Red Hot Chili Pipers is a genius) Scotland found themselves 0-6 down to
two Maxime Machenaud penalties within 10 minutes. The sense of anti-climax was immense but
fortunately short-lived. Stuart Hogg
hoisted a kick into the in-goal area and in the swirly conditions followed up
to claim a controversial try. Greig
Laidlaw converted to give the hosts a 7-6 lead.
Machenaud’s
third penalty made it 7-9 before Scotland winger Tommy Seymour finished a
set-piece move on the left for the second try of the game, Laidlaw converting
again for 14-9 with only 22 minutes gone and a belting atmosphere inside the
ground. The rest of the first half was
not pretty – Scotland missed a drop goal, France missed a penalty – but Scotland
would be very happy with their half-time lead.
My host
took the half-time opportunity to introduce me to the contents of his
hip-flask, which is the nearest I have ever been to solvent abuse even in a
lifetime of chemistry teaching. I hoped that Scotland would keep it tight and make sensible game choices. That's what I was thinking, but I had suddenly lost the power of speech.
Therefore,
France took the lead within seconds with an 80m breakway interception try
from Yoann Huget. Unbelieveable. Duly converted for a 14-16 scoreline. The French forwards had not been impressive
and the feeling was that the Scots had been overgenerous in helping their
visitors to garner points – next score would be critical. Laidlaw missed one penalty before Duncan
Weir took over kicking duties and gave Scotland a 17-16 lead. 18 minutes to go.
They held
out for 16 of them, easily enough. It
was not great to watch, but compelling. Then a soft infringement during
France’s final flourish gave Jean-Marc Doussain an unmissable penalty
chance. 17-19. The whistle came, stunned silence and a
sense of disbelief. Except for the men
with the cockerel hats, they were really rather happy.
Just as a
footnote, I reckon if anyone had introduced me as a kid to rugby union and
the culture of the sport and its spectators, I would have never flowed the
crowd into “football”. Post-match
analysis took place after a pint of Orkney Stout (yum!) at Britannia Spice in Leith, and I was back on solids by
Tuesday. Epic weekend, great sporting
spectacle, great mates, great city.
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Random Headwear Pix
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Edinburgh Pix
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Clips
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1 - Scene-setter clip and then Tommy Seymour's try
2 - The French interception and breakaway try right at the start of the second half 3 - A tale of two Scottish pens, a Laidlaw miss and a Weir success 4 - Critically, this Weir penalty drifts wide of the posts 5 - The match-winning French penalty kick from behind a man in a cockerel suit!
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What Next?
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Watch
@GrahamYapp on Twitter for details!
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Sunday, 12 December 2010
Light Blues Blow It
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Thursday 9 December 2010 at Twickenham, Oxford University 21pts Cambridge University 10pts in the 129th Varsity Match. | ||||
This match in one sentence | ||||
Oxford piled up some early points and Cambridge made too many unforced errors as they tried to fight back, so the result was never really in doubt in a disappointing game. | ||||
So what? | ||||
Oxford narrow the historical gap and only trail by 7 (54-61 with 14 draws) in the long history of this fixture. | ||||
Who caught the eye on the pitch? | ||||
The Cambridge scrum was dominant enough to get a second-half penalty try after a series of confrontations near the Oxford line. However, two forward passes in the backs wasted two golden opportunities and there were several other unforced drops and knock-ons. Oxford took their chances and deserved the win. | ||||
This match had the same effect on my pulse rate as … | ||||
… the gradual reddening of fluffy white clouds as the sun heads off into the sunset (as it always does). | ||||
A snippet from the programme | ||||
“The School of Hard Knocks is a rugby development programme using rugby as a tool to develop life skills, as well as introducing young people to a new sport and encouraging physical exercise. This school term alone, over 300 children have been involved in the programme … participants are given a year’s membership of their local club to enable them to continue their skills after the formal end of the programme.” England’s Andy Gomersall presented the prizes for the schools taking part on the day. | ||||
What I learned today | ||||
Fuller’s ESB has a nutty 5.5% alcohol content. The name probably means Extra Special Bitter and not Enterprise Service Bus or Empire Strikes Back. The 2pm kick-off time for this fixture means that this is the one day of the year when I commune with an ante meridiem pint. | ||||
Modus Hopper Random Talking Point | ||||
The attendance for this fixture has been slowly declining over the years, and this time only the lower tier of Twickenham was open for around 24,000 of us. At one time, other than the internationals, this was one of the very few rugby union games that could be viewed live on TV. It is now, perhaps like the Boat Race, struggling somewhat to keep its relevance for the wider audience. Twickenham is a fine stadium and much improved since the 80s when the simple act of recycling the aforesaid Fuller’s ESB (or similar) needed the athleticism and courage of a front-row forward. | ||||
What Next? | ||||
The original plan was a Friday night hop to Wellingborough Town but this was scuppered by a cancelled train from King’s Cross followed by a long delay on the M1 Northbound. However, Saturday’s Hopperation was a success and details follow shortly! |
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