Sweet revenge for 7 blokes as Bridge swallow a bitter pill.
This was always going to be the game of the season. Both teams knew that they were in for a tough afternoon with poor playing conditions and a pitch that a pig would turn it’s snout up at.
Bridge started in usual calamitous fashion with Bobby ‘no laces’ Weaver, Chris ‘I’ve hurt my foot’ Mitchell and Lewis ‘I’ve forgotten my boots’ Bowen all causing pre-match stifled laughs.
On to the rugby. Like a game of tennis, the play was back and forth. Rampant attacking play and resilient defence from both teams were on show right from the off. This was to prove a theme for the remainder of the encounter.
The 1st score went to ‘Oaks. A torrid bombardment of our line tested our solid defence to the limits. Eventually scraping over the line after dozens of consecutive breakdowns. Conversion slotted..... 7-0 to the hosts.
Another huge period without score as both teams were trying to sniff out a hole that just simply didn’t exist.
After 39 dogged minutes a confident ruck, sprung out to Lee Roberts, inside ball to Robert Mitchell and, as is the norm, popped down under the posts for a really good and well deserved score. Conversion Roberts. Half time. 7-7
I’d love to tell you what was discussed at half time, but I couldn’t negotiate my way over what had by now turned into a quagmire. What ever it was, it seemed to work.
With the line out now firing and the scrum not being pushed back 30 yards in the slippery conditions, ‘Bridge were looking like favourites to clinch the 4 points. More fisty cuffs prevailed as the players began to tire and frustration kicked in. Who’d have though that bruiser Bobby would have been at the heart of all of the commotion?
Next score belonged to Edenbridge. The trusty boot of Dan Biggar the 2nd (the fat 10 to you and me). 10-7.
Into the remaining 5 minutes. Probably the visitors worst passage of play. An unsuccessful offload gave turnover ball to our more than capable opponents. Sprung out wide and finished in the corner by, as far as I could tell, a mudskipper. 12-10 final score.
A great performance against a really strong Sevenoaks team that will surely go on to claim the league now. Really good performances from everyone on the park and a special mention to 3 Academy players that stepped up to the senior team and looked right at home.
Also happy birthday to Nick Horner, I hope you enjoyed your beautifully composed rendition of ‘Happy birthday to you’ as you were hobbling off with your sore knee.
MOTM. This could have gone to anyone. I did notice that one of our regulars had an absolute stormer. For me, his best game in gold and black. Jamie Bennett.
DOTD. Unbelievable. Yet again. Jack Miller. Filling up his shiny sticker book of excuses, this week took the biscuit. He left the field of play after 20 minutes to go for a poo. His breakout run down the blindside must have loosened things up. Quite remarkable.
So onwards and upwards. Still a lot to play for and next week we welcome NAGS and their WAGS to our humble abode.