First match

The season's first match

On Saturday 7th October, we had a match scheduled against Alcobendas C. We hadn't done so well during the pre-season matches: we were crushed by both CRC B and San Isidro RC. But today was another day, today was a good day. The sun was shining, the turf was soft, this was our home, El Paraninfo, which had recently been converted from dirt to artificial turf pitch. This was the reopening. The A team lost by 2 tries to Alcobendas A.

The A team attacking

 We would pick up where our mates left off. We would win. The other team looked pretty big, but as we looked on, their passes weren't that good, their scrums weren't that good and their tackles could improve a lot. We started training. We all tried our best. But, the thing was that the anxiousness to win was something new that day. Our eye of the tiger was growing. We were improving. It was a good day to play (and win).

THWACK! The other team kicked off. But we were ready and had spread out on the pitch in a different way: defiant. We caught it and ran. Our tries started piling in. Time and time again the other team kicked off from the centre. Our forwards were working overdrive. The scrum-half and fly-half were working so fast that I wondered if they would get numb hands. No, we couldn't have that. Our halfs were the most important in the team: we had no replacement for them.

 It was our wings and our flankers that did the job. We would pass and they would ram into the defence. But, suddenly, I got the ball. I glimpsed an opportunity down the right flank. I sprinted and got away from their wing, but the full-back got me. Anyway, we tried. The game continued. I then eventually saved the ball by nosediving in between someone's legs and catching it. We were radiant. But then, doom came: half-time. Basically, we had already won.

The second half was our downfall. We thought we had won, but they were not giving up. We were now relaxed, they were looking to catch up. The second half was a hard time, repelling their forwards as now, their tries piled in. We thought that we were done for. But then, we scored a pair of tries. This got our morale up. Then, in a ruck, our scrum-half just threw the ball when one of those excited forwards from the Alcobendas crashed into the ruck. I was the person he crashed into, and got a crack in my nose and he got a hummiliating shoulder in the stomach from me, which sent him sprawling. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, the referee blew his whistle. We. Had. Won.