Update from Minis Falkirk Central Festival Well done to all who played on Sunday. Didnt quite manage it myself as I had a late call from BAE to see if I could lend a hand at Govan. Gather I missed a blinder from The Mighty McLaren. Reports are in and here are some highlights: P2/3 As usual a big turnout from the P2/3 all stars who negotiated their group games successfully to reach the semi finals and a place against Strathendrick. It was the final that should have been. You could cut the tension with a knife. From the whistle the mighty attacked in numbers, thumping into the rucks and clearing out the opposition with their high tempo brand of all black style rugby. It wasnt long before the mighty were 4 tries to the good. The final try was scored after a trademark blind side run from Harris hotfoot Dempster. His reverse flick to Sholto the dump truck Duff whose deft dip of the shoulder created an acre of space for a swift one two three with Innes bonecrusher Brown on his debut, Ryan the jink Glen and Alex walk the walk Walker to release Duncan feel the Power to charge for the corner before being hauled down on the 5 yard line. The ensuing ruck saw Archie the express Cameron pick up from the base and feed Jonah Lomu Dudley whose powerful drive on the shoulders of Sam the slayer Isgrove allowed the other debutante Liam the typhoon Trotter to glide through for his inaugural try. As the whistle went, the team marched off, heads held high to contemplate their game plan for the final. In a cruel twist of fate the referee muddled up the scores and Strathendrick were marked down as the winners by the ref. Turns out his mother was born in Strathendrick. Unfortunately the nice Mrs McLay was so angry that she had to be escorted from the field in case she taught the boys some words they hadnt heard before. Not that anyone in Falkirk was bothered! A big day and a great effort reaching the semis, well done to the two debutants Liam the typhoon Trotter and Innes bonecrusher Brown. P4/5-- I cant make head or tail of the P4/5 report. It would appear that their afternoon was dominated by someone called Rosie a female 9 year old equivalent of Jonah Lomu, whose sheer prescence and size was too much for all the teams. Rosie won the 4/5 tournament on her own and then proceeded to eat all the tea. Think it was one of those afternoons that when the chips were down, they were probably inside Rosie. I promise to do a more full report on the 4/5s next time but some of the boys are still a little traumatised so we will leave it there for the moment. Our cat is called Rosie and whenever we call it, Charlie goes grey. P6/7 There is something about this team. Midweek the panic started when only 5 names were on the team sheet. But then that westside of Stirling spirit kicks in and Sunday saw a full team take the field. Whilst the rest of the tournament might have been surprised to see the name McLaren fill one of the final berths. We werent. Having brushed aside the oppo in the group and semi final stages the Mighty found themselves face to face in the final with Linlithgow. The game was finely poised at 4 tries all as the game entered the final minutes.Camped in their own 25 McLaren won a scrum against the head. Gathered at the base by Eddie shock and awe Potter, the mighty ground their way toward half way with short powerful charges from Gregor the rottweiler Rodger, David warlock Graham (showing remakable composure on his debut) and Jamie warrior Warburton. As the pace gathered Callum maverick McInness broke the gainline and managed to release Archie the annihilator Duff whose shimmy and chip ahead created that yard of space for Callum the streak Thompson to break wind, collect the ball, dummy scissor with Robin tornado Turnbull and accelerate to Linlithgows 25. A despairing tap tackle stopped him but his flipped cartwheel pass was collected one handed by Orson the cyclone Potter who backstabbed his opposite number and offloaded to Duncan the barbarian Brown who accelerated around the despairing full back before generously passing to man of the match Cameron the destroyer Dinwoodie who only had to touch down to win. I guess no-one will ever know why he dropped the ball on the line. But he did. Campese style. Linlithgow sensing their chance picked up the loose ball and ran the length of the pitch to score the winning try. As the whistle blew and the mighty tried to hide their bitter disappointment at this cruel twist of fate, two parents looked at each other and wondered where they had gone wrong. Congratulations everyone on an excellent turnout, fantastic rugby, give yourselves a pat on the back and pop down to Mohr Bread for a chocolate eclair as a treat. TRAINING I will check the state of rugby park in Thornhill and let you know whether we can play outside or if we need to go in again. FIXTURES None this Sunday. Next up is Crieff on Sun 17th. I have asked Dunc the biscuit to pull his finger out and confirm times. Kick off may be earlier as Scotland play South Africa and I know some of you will be going or wanting to watch.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 21:55:12 +0000
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