Edenbridge 15 do what they do best.
Confusion abounds as 21 Bridge players line up at home for an away fixture
To put it mildly, there was a tad of uncertainty within the travelling Tunbridge Wells squad. First and foremost where the fixture was to be played. Were we to play a loaded team? Would their pitch be playable? Would they have a full squad? ....... NO!
After being told by their absent skipper that we’d be expecting 13 opposite numbers, we agreed to lend them a couple to get the game up and running. What transpired, was a team 9 strong that arrived at the Rec, ready for a tough afternoon.
Huge thanks go to no less than 6 Edenbridge players that we’re happy to don the visitors attire and get what was now a ‘friendly fixture’ underway. Nick Tingley (my tunbridge wells motm), Tamás ‘the prop’ Tolnai, Chris Franklin, Jack Plunkett, Phillip Boris Lucas and Rory Kay really strengthened the struggling wells to make it a competitive match.
Before I blab on with the fabricated highlights, I must say that we won 40-0 before kick off. This being said, it was more of a training session than a statement performance.
On to the match. Some strong Edenbridge carries were surprisingly matched by our opposition. Maybe caught on the back foot, maybe underestimating their passion and skill, they came at us 1st with a very impressive converted score. Amazingly scored by someone without Edenbridge blood. 0-7.
This seemed to awaken the beast. Feeling slightly embarrassed by events the ‘bridge boys came back strong. Live wire Bobby Weaver breaking around the blind side for a decent individual try, something that we have become accustomed to. 7-7
More knock ons, uncontested scrums, scuppered chances and boredom were on show from both teams and the fans for the following 15 minutes. This was until try machine Robert Mitchell sprung from the back of the scrum to level the seasons competition of tries with Lewis Bowen.
Quite possibly the biggest collision of the season saw Lewis heading for an early ice bath and a HIA, hopefully you’re feeling better soon. I must offer a slither of advise though. You’d be better off running at an approaching Sherman tank than Chris Franklin.
A Sam Tan dummy made some huge yards down the middle of the park, offloaded to Ironman Spike Smith and a real turn of pace saw the makeshift winger under the posts for a 3rd score of the afternoon.
19-7. Half time.
Oddly enough, as we’d given all of our subs to the opposition, we were left with only 14 on the pitch with the injury of Chris Mitchell.
Much to the disappointment of his screaming coach, one of the footballers seemed a little bored watching the prancing dollybirds from the bench. Decided that a mans game was more for him and played the remainder of the match for Edenbridge. Thanks Billy, hopefully we see more of you in the future.
I must admit, the cold weather took over in the second half, and the unmemorable rugby was a bit of a blur. Here’s what I can remember of it.
Rob Mitchell scored yet another try to take his tally to 20 for the campaign, a fine individual effort. Sam Tan joining the party for a very well deserved try.
With a couple of Tunbridge injuries, the teen ref decided that enough was enough and sounded the final klaxon. Not too many complaints from players or fans alike.
As per request, I’d like to write a paragraph on our larger than life prop Ash Powell. I must admit that I didn’t see him do anything all afternoon. This being said, I’m sure he could if he wanted to. As your game was a tad bland, I’ll talk more about him. A very nice, if not slightly thinning hair do. A shirt that looks like it’s been made to measure (or spray painted on). A genuine Diet Coke drinker and from what I’m told, a rather nifty musician. Oh, and without a doubt, dick of the day.
Man of the match goes to Jamie Horner. The smallest and trickiest player on the pitch. Also a really powerful dump tackle for good measure.
So, maybe not the most entertaining afternoon, but ‘job done’ 4 more points and a spot near the top of the table. Keep it up gents.
By Mike Whitehead