Griffins 59 - 5 Hong Kong Scottish 3

Well what a great weekend, plenty of rugby and boozing...On Thursday I believe a few of the guys felt like they deserved a pint after training for putting the effort in so they headed to The Jockey. One turned into two, two to three and so on....I have it on good authority that they drank the bar dry of Asahi - a fair accomplishment. Its alright for some who don’t have to work the next day ay Sambo! On Friday some of the lads gave the potbellied pigs a helping hand. Ginger Tom was ready in full kit on the sideline, only to catch a glimpse of Dave, Chris and Freddie with a bucket of beer....well, his boots were off in a flash and a beer in hand. Ross soon took note and got stuck into a few beers to leave me, Dom (the one with no hair), Harvard and Rosh to get smashed by some ‘far too keen’ soldiers! Dom (bald) surely deserves some punishment for getting injured therefore not being able to play Griffs the following day. A serious crime given that he was aware we were short on numbers, especially in the forwards. Not to mention Rosh who for me was a clear dick of the day but crept under the radar....He played for the pigs, went out on the lash (before a game...tut tut), lost his kit bag so couldn’t play the next day...He then turned up late to the game in full fancy dress like nothing was wrong....sneaky!

Ok so I was wrongly voted dick of the day but I’ll take it because the pink Lederhosen attracted a lot of female attention!
As for the game....something along the lines of Woody running around scoring for fun. Although, there was one moment of real skill and accuracy in the game that shouldn’t go unnoticed...after an awful pass around my ankles, I managed to do a little cheeky kick through Lionel Messi esque.....got the bounce and under tremendous pressure, flung a superb 30 yard pass around the back straight to Woody who went in under the posts!! At least this is how I remember it! Ok ok ok ok enough of the billy bullshit... After turning up about 3 hours before kick off and raring to go (ok 10 mins after kick off) I rocked up with Ross ‘shit at directions’ Cornwall ready to play. Apologies in advance....I’m going off what I remember (Which is not a lot after Oktoberfest). I think Freddie opened the scoring with a slick move down the right hand channel, no doubt Andre went for glory on his own but the ball popped out somehow and fell to Freddie who crashed over. The try of the game came from Woody who was on the end of some superb passing, fast hands along the line on the left hand side, it must of gone through 10 pairs of hands (none of the forwards were involved....they’re not capable of such magic). What was with Ginger Tom aka Stone Cold’s moment of insanity when he started stomping a mud hole in one of their poor players ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVcB2UB6T8 )...talk about kicking a man while he’s down! Instead of condemning such acts....captain courageous was like a proud father... Boris ‘prost’ Niethammer had to go one better....in such disgust of a poor refereeing decision he was determined to get his point across by performing what looked like the missionary position on the ball. I’m not sure what Boris was trying to say, something along the lines of “this is how you fuck a midget sir”. A very strange act from the big man....the referee was in total shock, he didn’t know what to do but stick by his decision (I do recall Boris sending me off for 10 in the pre season friendly against Kowloon for back chat to the ref). Well, this was much worse and I think a one match ban is in order...
Good to see Toby get on the score sheet with a barnstorming run....no one was going to stop him, a cracking performance, often getting to the breakdown ahead of our illustrious back row (who were probably hanging around in the backs waiting for the next ruck... lazy bastards). Woody could of had four tries but decided to pass when he was clean through...possible try avoidance?
I think most had learned from the weeks before re the kicking....Tom took control getting us out of the danger which took the pressure off Freddie’s urge to kick. Scottish decided to bring on the ringers in the second half but we stuck at it and still came out of top. A highlight of mine was Harvard Tom getting creamed by one of their units....a real pity we switched positions Tom! Recon kept the big man wrapped up after that with some hard shots and they tired quickly.
Scottish didn’t give up and came up with a try near the end, something happened at the scrum which they gathered and went in at the corner (I blame the forwards but I think Dom has a special nomination for Ian Leung next week regarding that).

The game finished 59-5, Woody with a hat trick, Freddie with 2, Brent with 2 (but the referee only recorded 1), Tom, Toby and Dom (the one with hair) with the rest. A very comfortable victory!

Then we moved onto Oktoberfest....what an awesome night! Plenty of beer drunk, pork knuckles smashed, girls pestered, we owned the place! I think Dom (bald) won the strong hammer throw with a busted shoulder, need clarification on that, Dom (with hair) took the Griffins arm wrestling title from Arrann (how he ever won it in the first place remains a mystery).....and the backs were robbed out of a boat race by some blatant cheating from the forwards. Alex introduced a strange but entertaining German game of bench surfing. Andre, a surfer and skateboarder by profession, appeared to take to this very well but after a judges review was found to be far too sober so any recognition for said performance is to be stricken from the record. From then on it is a bit of a blur, I lost my bag (turns out it was in dusk till dawn and when I got it back the day after I still had my mug...winner). Ginger Tom lost his boots, I have pictures of Woody and Rosh lying down in the middle of the road, god knows! End of the day, a cracking weekend, one which I’m still recovering from....bring on the street party next week!