| The pre-match started well, the team were hungry for a victory � someone even said they were that hungry they�d eat beaver if they could get it. Something that hadn�t been uttered since Dan (always hungry, yet seldom fed) had left these Gallic shores.
Barks & Bez were arguing about the weather forecast (as it was supposed to snow heavily) with Barks heard saying �so Bez ?! where was that 8 inches you promised me last night ?!)
Daz, our captain and a keen golfer, was feeling in great form after his 69 the day before.
Eudes, was asusual starting another business and was trying to relay messages to his secretary, Fanny � afterwards a frustrated Eudes complained that sometimes you can�t beat Fanny, other times you just have to do it yourself.
On to the game - a game started as it was not going to finish, ie well for the British � the forwards going down on anything loose and with Ned coming inside Eudes at every opportunity, surprising even Eudes on one occasion quite literally France Pub hadn�t got a scooby-doo how to react. So they did what any team would do � they let in a try, albeit a sublime effort emanating from a hookers snatch to Neil McLeod (The Flying Scotsman) darting past some desperate defending and diving into the corner to score.
More tries should have been scored in the 1st half as the British finding more holes in the opposition than in a block of Emmenthal somehow failed to convert these opportunities � turning in 5-3 leaders at half time (Pubs only effort a bizarre drop).
The 2nd have started well, the kick went 10 meters, but then tailed off from there with Pub dominating possession and their expansive 10 man rugby style with maul after maul after maul putting to sleep 2 of our substitutes and indeed one of their wingers (as only that could explain his lack of positioning) for most of the half. A push over try (from a maul) and a 2nd try from a porrly executed backs move aided significantly by the worlds biggest knock-on that Stevie Wonder would have seen � yet somehow missed by the ref and poor covering by the 15 led to an uphill task for the British.
But all was not yet lost ! A last hurragh leading to a tap penalty, passed to Bez looking like someone who had just boned a minger from Middlesborough the night before charged over to bring the Brits within 5 points.
The ref had decided that since we were in danger of winning the game, that he had best call time after the next move � which he did.
Game lost by the British � not won by France Pub, but I guess they see it differently & who�s to say who�s right.
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