Round 6 - Freestylers pushed all the way to the wall by gutsy Seccers

Seccers 6 Freestylers 9

Well boys, where do we begin? Let’s get the ball rolling with a little in-jest roasting. WHERE THE FARK WAS EVERYBODY?

For those magic 5 who bothered to turn up (in order of arrival - Rupes, Sykesy, Tunksy, JBuck, Grims) it was a tremendous effort to go down with all guns blazing, 9-6 to the freewheeling, free-throwing freestylers (1 of those 9 being made up of a penalty for non uniform). To the others we serve up a big, blue and red raspberry. Heaven help us if we get all 15-18 “contracted” players turn up at the same time.

As we were set to tap off, all 5 of us on the field, looked over at the young, early 20 something fitness freaks, then looked at each other, then looked towards the car park for the cavalry and it was at this moment we realised that this was akin to “Custer’s last stand”. The writing was on the wall when JBuck commented that “you know we are in trouble, when you can bring a sly 6 pack for the boys and still take some home with you”

As if in unison, we telepathically decided that we were “Never gunna give in” and proceeded to inflict as much pain as 5 of us could do. We scored in the first set of six. Massive casualties inflicted. Half way thru the first half we were up 3-2 and our arses were dragging big time. The flying Grimmo was infiltrating their defensive line and causing major losses as he scampered over twice in the corner only to tell us half way thru the first half that the firing pin on his weapon (his hammy) was in need of some major repair.

We went to oranges down 5-4, looking and feeling like we were well and truly outnumbered, as there were only 5 of us.

We had just about asked everyman and his dog if they were keen for a run, while playing in the first half, only to suffer rejection time and time again. As we were getting ready to suit up the pregnant Nadine and/or the very keen Reuben, we spied a young fella (in the same mould as what we were up against) sitting on his lonesome, totally in awe of what had been transpiring in front of him. Of all the games he could have chosen to watch he picked the one where the blood, guts and courage was creeping out of every screaming pore of the gallant 5 of us. Grimmo offered him the chance to be a part of something special and he eagerly agreed. Now here gents, is the “future” of the Seccers, please welcome James Bannon.

Big Sgt Tunksy pleaded with us to “not leave anything behind”, “just give everything you’ve got lads” and off we charged into battle, the 6 of us. We were under the gun from the start and even Tarlo (ref) quipped “What did you blokes take at halftime”. The online defence was typified by yours truly constantly screaming at Sgt Tunks that he had the inside & outside man, that the “Mexican” was into him, no he’s into me, no he’s into you. Lads it was absolute gold. The “future” was diving at will, stopping tries with inches to spare and even scoring one off a clever drop split with yours truly. General JBuck was marshalling the troops like nothing ever witnessed before and was even showing some frustration at the ref, Sykesy chased down infiltration after infiltration and in attack hit every farken gap those Mexicans were leaving and came up with some well deserved meaties. He even had one disallowed when the ref called a touch that the “Indians” hadn’t even made or called.

You see gents, we weren’t meant to win. How can a team of 6 of us (5 for the first half and 1 player near mortally injured) beat the young and wily freewheeling, free-throwing freestylers. They probably deserved the win but geez we were hard done by on a few calls from the ref and also the no-show of some of the playing roster.

All in all it was a hard fought game and one that will go down in the annuls of history.

Only 1 game left for this year boys with the 9th Dec being a bye.

And from General JBuckBuck

But seriously lads, I’ve played in some games but to see blokes not only push through the pain, hammy strains and all (and give it to them I might add) and then just fall short of knocking them off was something to behold! This is what we’re all about – I think they were all pretty much Queanbeyan Kangaroos first graders; so young fit and fast but nowhere near the ticker and drive (and birthdates!) of the dad’s army of 5 last night (+1, second half). The scrambling in defence to deny them tries was unbelievable.