As has become custom of late, the attack were quick to unsheathe their cutlasses, calmly slicing through some quivering defence, with that savviest of sea-dogs Kyle McHugh notching up two quick points to see the team away. Unfortunately, some of our more exuberant buccaneers were then found guilty of some blatant hornswoggling, and Bath were able to scuttle back onto a level field through man-up situations (despite our comrade in the crow’s nest spotting the illegitimacy of the second ‘goal’). It was then time to batten down the hatches, and with some patient play up front and some sturdy defence at the back, the team was left shipshape at 7-3 when the half-time whistle blew.
The third quarter was underpinned by the wily actions of the Chameron double act, with both unearthing pieces of eight at the face and at crease with impressive regularity. However, the more mutinous sides of their game also emerged simultaneously, with the scallywags forced to walk the plank. Fortunately the industry and athleticism of sailors Atkins and Hockenhull steered us clear, and the team continued to find the back of the poop deck at a steady rate. Despite a small Bath revival in the dying light, the Bristol bandits were able to subject the landlubbers to Davy Jone’s Locker once and for all, running out 12-5 victors. “Splice the Mainbrace!” roared the coaches, accompanied by the reminder that “Dead Men leave no Tales”… there is one final mission to accomplish next term.
With 9 wins from 9, the entire crew has truly earned their galleons of rum at Laxmas, none more so than Admirals HMS, Hockenhull and CDLP, who have ably guided their ship to clear waters. Lets get at it again next term.
MoM: Chameron Stewart-Syme
Goals: Cameron Stewart-Syme 6, Sam Hockenhull 3, Kyle McHugh 2, Charles Stewart-Syme 1