Zebre v Glasgow Warriors, 27 September

jimbopip wrote:Schiz, I was aware  was not playing. I referred to Gabriel as Angel coz I'm very theologically inclined at times. No Maits and Angel linked brilliantly at times and if we have Angel, Horne, Dunbar,  Shlong and Murchie all fit then poor Vernon might have to play in the pack: for a rest presumably.

Off message time
The letter for today is F as in feckin'ell.  We arrived at Wanstead yesterday and I blithely announced that last time I played ther we had arrived with12 men and they gave us 2 who had conscientious objections to tackling and we got hammered. I had got so incensed with their fullback's grandstanding and Wendyball type behaviour that I put I high ball up and as he caught it dropped my shoulder and hit him as hard as I could. So hard in fact I popped rib cartilage which gave me no little pain over the next week or so.Oh how we laughed when I related this pre-match. Can you guess what happened next? I bet you can? Midway through the second half our winger makes a try saving tackle just short of the line which they recycle quickly. Their flanker tries to go over but I hold him up. I decide not to go to ground as we don't have numbers there yet and if we can hold him up we should get the put in at the scrum. My team mates get behind me and start driving. His team mates get behind him, but we're going forward, my plan is working perfectly. Somehow his shoulder has dropped just below my ribs just as two of his team hit the maul with serious intent. Shoulder drives in and up and I get to hear a funny grinding scraping noise as my lower ribs become much more closely acquainted with each other than is strictly polite. I lasted until the next scrum when I realised that pushing was not as much fun as sticking knitting needles in my eyes. MrsPip has maintained her admirable record of not noticing or commenting upon self inflicted stupidity. But the letter for today is definitely F.

21st Century Schizoid Man wrote:

jimbopip wrote:Schiz, I was aware  was not playing. I referred to Gabriel as Angel coz I'm very theologically inclined at times. No Maits and Angel linked brilliantly at times and if we have Angel, Horne, Dunbar,  Shlong and Murchie all fit then poor Vernon might have to play in the pack: for a rest presumably.

Off message time
The letter for today is F as in feckin'ell.  We arrived at Wanstead yesterday and I blithely announced that last time I played ther we had arrived with12 men and they gave us 2 who had conscientious objections to tackling and we got hammered. I had got so incensed with their fullback's grandstanding and Wendyball type behaviour that I put I high ball up and as he caught it dropped my shoulder and hit him as hard as I could. So hard in fact I popped rib cartilage which gave me no little pain over the next week or so.Oh how we laughed when I related this pre-match. Can you guess what happened next? I bet you can? Midway through the second half our winger makes a try saving tackle just short of the line which they recycle quickly. Their flanker tries to go over but I hold him up. I decide not to go to ground as we don't have numbers there yet and if we can hold him up we should get the put in at the scrum. My team mates get behind me and start driving. His team mates get behind him, but we're going forward, my plan is working perfectly. Somehow his shoulder has dropped just below my ribs just as two of his team hit the maul with serious intent. Shoulder drives in and up and I get to hear a funny grinding scraping noise as my lower ribs become much more closely acquainted with each other than is strictly polite. I lasted until the next scrum when I realised that pushing was not as much fun as sticking knitting needles in my eyes. MrsPip has maintained her admirable record of not noticing or commenting upon self inflicted stupidity. But the letter for today is definitely F.

Eh Jimbo ffs remember yourself  !!!!

Have been unable to attend weekly torture sessions with Bigson at the gym due to ribs. N.B. Not a good time to trawl DFS with MrsPip, getting up and down X1000 not a good thing. We have had an lad from the city in New Zealand where the Blues play and I can't spell playing for us while on holiday. He is the best tackler at our level I have seen, and has a typical Kiwi attitude to the game. Apparently in the clubhouse he sought out Bigson to say, "Your dad today! I was really impressed mate." I don't care about the pain. Kiwi, Impressed Me.  How sad am I?