Guullllllbrrrrraaaaannnnaaaasssseeeennn's Victory!!

The squad assembled at The Griffin......the chaff stayed at home for their friendly with Hammersmith and Fulham XXXIIIrds........and the quality departed for Grasshoppers...

On arrival, Chairman Pookie decided to bluff the opposition into uncontested scrums by saying we were contested....it worked! They wanted to go uncontested..their ref insisted upon going uncontested....Pookie is old and fat, but certainly not stupid! Then they found a prop...and asked to go contested....but we then insisted that we had changed our whole game plan...and that we couldn't change it back without French Alex learning English and Talentfree tightening his already tight jock-strap! They were bluffed again! A pre-emptive strike by the brains of Quintin...

We lined up at 14:30..against what appeared to a team of great stature....large props.a proper hooker from Isleworth..tall 2nd row....etc etc...again, we bluffed them.. we had our secret weapons; the weeble at fly-half; the All Black cast off at 5; the gym bunny with no legs at 6; and most secret of all,  a Frenchman at 1...Sylvain Marconnet in the making!

Our mind games worked from the off....within a few minutes, Kerr had linked with the backs and loose forwards to give Will his try...Will then was broken for the whole game after dislocating his upper medial, lesser spotted, shoulder...poor lad!

Shortly after Kerr broke their lines for the first of his three tries.....he is a Scottish lowlander, often called a plastic Scot, though, so don't get all jealous as this obvious affliction far outweighs his rugby playing abilities!

The first half progressed in a similar fashion..until James P, see dishonourable mentions below, allowed them in for their one try....

Half-time: Pookie and Talentfree, the northern brains, decided that Sepand should go to 9...Bish to the wing....Nick to be replaced by Matt Castle....then the Kiwi Fairy intervened! He had enough...his underdeveloped legs could do no more....the gayster concentrates upon his chest in the gym! So Bish had to go to 6...and Adrian came onto the wing! All sorted...masterplan slightly upset but we would get by....

Second half continued like first half.....Shakes took over from Alain Delon in the front row....then the fractiousness started... El Presidente was sitting on the sidelines in a sulk...as he wasn't getting his game time...Talentfree had forgotten that we were only playing 35 minute halves...and had also forgotten that the septagenerian was available and willing! Pookie reminded him of his error...so Talentfree gestured to Gordon to come on....but the snotty saffer refused saying that there was only 2 minutes remaining! The obnoxious Boer...he can't tell the time!

The referee, a fine fellow...stepped in and added an extra 8 minutes onto the clock so that the moaning old goat got his desired game time in the place of the perennially incapable Talentless fellow....

The game was done! We had won! and Gordon was a bum! Scouse Rhyming slang for you, here..take note for the future!

It was, in deed, a pleasure to not have Russell, Sam and mini-me complaining...at me and the ref all afternoon.....!!

Long live club games...and thank you to you all!

Final Score:  Grasshoppers IV   7   - Quintin II   40 

Try scorers: Kerr (3), Will (1), James P (1), Jon G (1)