1st team's match against El Salvador

1st team's match against El Salvador

On a pretty sunny Sunday, after swimming lessons, my father was waiting for me at the door and took me to the 1st team's match against Silverstorm El Salvador RC. Father had brought some crisps and refreshments over too. We sat down in the first row, so the TV camera filming would surely capture us both sitting down.

At last, the players trudged onto the pitch I saw every player I knew: the captain (and the hooker), the 7 (right flanker), the 10 (the stand-off), the 14 (the wing) and the 15 (the  fullback). God! I know half the team by now! Then we saw the opponent and were amazed. They were big! Their right 2nd row only needed the hammer and the suit to be none other than Thor! So, the match began. The kick was great! But the Cisneros caught it... from then it was a masacre! And truly, that right flanker was fast and strong! He was in every tackle, every maul, every ruck on the field. He was so good that I even thought he stopped time to get to every situation! Incredible! The hooker was just as good! Let those soccer commentators say the defence are bulldozers! Just look at him push! No matter who he steps on, he just goes forward. Also really good kicks from the stand-off! They helped us with the tries! And look at the right wing run!!! Well, the first half ended with a nice 15-7 after we recieved a try with its transformation.

The 2nd half was torture after another try and transformation that put the game 15-14. I was biting my nails in my anxiousness. But after all that, a kick gave us three more points. Pew! And on that, the game ended after another cisneros try and transformation and a salvador kick. 23-17.

The End 

Defeat against Industriales

Defeat against Industriales.

On saturday 22nd October, we had another important match. Against Industriales, from Las Rozas. Their players were huge! I didn't know if this would work! The B team were smashed to smithereens, and we knew that if we didn't concentrate, we would be next. The B team fought well, but they simply couldn't manage it!
When I say that their players were huge, I meant it. If their B team were already big, then I didn't even want to think about their A team! half-scrum was one head and a half bigger than me! It didn't stop raining! The pitch, even though it was artificial grass, was full of giant puddles. At the end of the match our uniform was dark not with mud but with water. So..... let's get on with the match. We got crushed. I'll put it like that. I started the game as the only substitute on the bench, but when I did come in, the rucks were seeing a lot more of me than in other matches. I even tackled, which is already a major achievement for me. 

2nd row tackles industriales player to the ground

But let's stop talking about me! The match must go on! (no pun intended).

B.C entering the Industriales defence

 We kept recieving try after try! 3 mins before the end of the match, our coach talked to us. He said that if we would get crushed by these guys, we would get crushed in a team! We followed his advice and turned up into overdrive till the end of the match!

Match against VRAC

The match against VRAC

On saturday 14th, we had to play our first league match. Against VRAC. We knew this was one of the best clubs in Spain. This was no Quijote RC. This was not going to be easy. CRC was already very dificult, and I had already played against Vrac once in my career against them. Totally unready. I was even rushed to hospital when my right shoulder got pushed too far back in a ruck. It was nothing in the end, but I have dreaded that team since. Well, we were surprise to find out that they turned up late to the Paraninfo, but I was even more surprised when I saw they had a new pink kit. But I didn't underestimate them. As I dreaded, it all happened like the last match against them. I started as a substitute. The only difference to this match was that we played a lot better. As soon as I went on in the second half was that the mud was as tender as can be. That's why I had to shower in the changing rooms after the match. But I could do better so I actually don't know if I deserved that trip to the cinema to watch the continuation of Angels and Daemons and The Da Vinci code, "Inferno". But let's get on with the match. 

The first half went by normally, with its own amount of knock-ons and lineouts. I was the sideline ref, but it wasn't much of a thrill for me, because I had to be the job as we hadn't hired the whole referee team because we weren't of a professional category. By the end of the first half, surprisingly, we were winning!

But our joy didn't last long. In the second half, when I went on, I felt the fury of the VRAC. I missed tackles, never got into rucks with the necessary speed and, on the whole played really badly. After that I was scolded by my dad for that.

So, we lost by 1 try and 1 transformation. 7 points! Our captain was rushed to hospital with a broken finger. Let's see how well our team will do in the next match.

THE END

Match against CRC

Our match against CRC

On saturday 8th October 2016 we arrived at the central rugby pitch. But we weren't playing in the A but the B pitch. Against the CRC, winners of the league the last year. But as we saw who we were playing against, we thought it would be easy to play against them. But it wasn't. Even though they were small, those players sure knew how to tackle! After the B team had won their match against the B CRC, which went pretty well, we calmed down a little.

Cisneros player running for the try line

Who said girls can't play?

 But not for long. The match didn't start well, but at the end of the first half, we simply couldn't believe we were actually winning.

Cisneros player tackling CRC 

But in the second part, everything tumbled down. We scored 2 tries to 3 of theirs. So, we had lost. It was so sad. 24-36. Better luck next time...

Friendly match against El Quijote Rugby Club

Match against El Quijote Rugby Club

On the morning of Saturday 1st of October, wedeparted from our house at approximately 10:15 to get to the Central rugby field. There, the Boss, as we call him, opened the season with a speech. 

 

The Boss with his speech

All the players during the ceremony

When the ceremony finished, we got our picture taken.
 The ceremony had finished, but not our To Do List for the day. We had a match at 13:30 against El Quijote Rugby Club.
When Father and I got to the Paraninfo, we were disgusted. The pitch was a picture. In some places it was as dry as can be, in others it was muddy and in some rare places it was a positive swamp! We would play 1h 15mins divided in three parts.

 But one of our players would play on their team every part.

U. started on their team in the first part. We  played phenomenally, and F, a newbie in this team but not in this sport, scored loads of tries. I didn't play this part.

F. racing up the flank for another try

In the Second part F. would help El Quijote. We were aghast. WHAT?! Well, El Quijote's score shot up as F. scored more and more tries. 
Near the end of the second part, something really rare happened: I got the ball. I shot forward through a gap but an opponent was gaining on me fast. At last I made a decision, hit the brakes and turned around, trying to sidestep him as he passed. I was wrong. A shoulder collided with my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I dropped the ball. Chance missed.


During the third part, R.F went over to their side. F was on the bench now. We did score some tries. It was in this part when I got the opportunity. I got passed the ball again. I thundered through the gap between two opponents, carefully handing off both of them. Richard tore after me. This time, I didn't doubt and raced full pelt towards my first try.

 R.F got me, but it was too late. TRY!

My First Try!!

The rest of the match went by in a blur. I missed another try that I could have scored.

END OF THE MATCH

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