I'm 10 minutes late but I'm glad to be getting there at all (long story for another time)…
I arrive at the club grounds and even before I reach the pitch the roars, cheers & plain ol' shouts can be heard loud and proud!!
I get to the stand and grab the nearest seat, I don't know my new neighbour but we're soon laughing and cheering the teams together like old friends.
The rain (typically) is trying to make its presence known but no one cares…it just makes the game more fun as the ground softens and the mud starts to splatter.
The ball is spinning, the players are pumping and adrenaline is at an all time high (in the stands too!).
"Drive drive drive!" The cry goes up and the maul begins to push up the pitch…the big guy's calling the play, slapping his teammates on the back to direct them where they need to go…"break now!", the Winger comes flying in and takes the ball at pace, side step one, side step two – Yeeeessss!! he's through for the try!
The stand erupts – we cheer and clap and stamp our feet then hush for the kick…the flags go up – Conversion made!
The whistle blows for half time. Just got time to grab a coffee then…quick!!…the players are back out on the pitch and ready to do it all again…and we're going to cheer them all the way too!
3-2-1…the whistle blows…let's go go go!!
Oh how I've missed this…