After several nightmare journeys, involving rail replacement buses and vomiting out of car windows, the Gladies rocked up with 50minutes to KO, pulled out all piercings and were sent to inspect one pitch before being sent to another. All started off well.
We changed the team sheet on pitch. Then we did it again.
Grace scored try after an epic 70% of the pitch run down the wing. Maul. After much confusion by the ref and Ryno scoring an own try (which we didn't know was possible, turns out it is in America) we started a topless flash mob and turned our shirts inside out. Scrum. Kilburn were snow blinded, we mauled, and Grace got her second. Maul. Ryno tackled with her chin. Scrum. Barber junior moved back from the dark side. Scrum.
Swills put her head up Astrid's bum 29 times during the match but at this point she nailed it and put in a cracking drive. We mauled.
We mauled again but we didn't like it so spontaneously bundled Slaw. Not one of our best decisions.
Half time.
We changed the team again, Middleton came on for Slaw (turns out the bundle fractured a rib), she made all the tackles. Maul. Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, Scrum, not even a lie. Maul. Debutant Maria Arntzen popped her tackling cherry with a whopper on the wing, stopping a possible try in its tracks. Grace scored her hatrick try. Scrum. Abi and Paula rucked their socks off. Maul. Kat K clothes lined a couple of people until she was advised otherwise. Scrum, Scrum. Elly stole the ball beyond our line to prevent a final flourish from Kilburn.
In the club house afterwards there were many Gladies thinking of moving west after being served stodgy pasta by some Kilburn fitties. Not to mention the leggy blondes on pitch.
So we got naked, perved and touched each other up. A good day was had by all