The semi-finals

The Semi-finals in Alcobendas

On the 30th of April, we woke up pretty early. Why? Well, on that particular Saturday there was a particularly important event being held. The semi-finals of Madrid's rugby tournament! We arrived at the field, quite different from what I remembered it on that cloudy match we played against the Alcobendas when there was no B team. It was a sunny, extremely hot summer's day and we were ready to confront the Alcobendas B. Well, that is to say. As not all of the B team turned up on time, the Alcobendas B would have to play against The Deleitor, a Portuguese club that had come to visit. After a hard training, we confronted the Alcobendas B after they'd lost against Deleitor.

When they kicked the ball off the centre spot, we caught it and sent attack after attack into their defence. In nearly no time at all we were near their try line but it took us some extra effort to score our tries. I got the ball 2 times but, as I found out the hard way, the Alcobendas B had a total different way of tackling and tripped you up, so your reaction was to drop the ball and to put your hands out so as not to bite the dust. That's just what happened to me. 

Well, after a hard match that we won (yaay!), we confronted the Deleitor. They used the same technique we used against Staines (see The London Trip post). They let their 2nd year giants do all the work in the first half and then let the 1st years try to finish off the match.

Well, there is no way I could say we won the match. Then, the Alcobendas B coach gave the captain and the half-scrum of each team a small trophy (for the captain) and a flag of the Alcobendas each. He then gave the best player another Alcobendas flag. Our team captain went home with 2 Alcobendas flags and a trophy. 

After having the 3rd time, the A team played the return game, we watched and cheered. The end of the match was a relief but it also gave me butterflies in  my tummy. The A team had gotten into the final match! We ran onto the pitch and congratulated them, slapping their backs and giving yells of joy.

For sfety reasons I will not write the full name of players, coaches, etc.