The thirds extended their hospitality to the Spartans in a return friendly fixture but there was little evidence of it on the field of play as they ran in eighteen tries to trounce the visitors, Fair play to Spartans as they gave it their all right to the final whistle never giving up but finding their hosts had too much experience and far too much pace for them to handle. Eccles had a whirlwind start racing to an unassailable lead with barely a quarter of the match gone with the forwards setting the platform allowing the backs to carve holes in the visitors defence . The link up play continued to impress as Eccles reached the interval an astonishing 71-0 ahead and in the second period skipper Gary Hamer made changes to give all the squad a run out though he did have a problem of too many backs and not enough forwards so some of the greyhounds had to get their hands dirty doing the donkey work. Despite these changes things got no easier for the Spartans and could have been a lot worse as Eccles squandered five good scoring opportunities. Spartans strived for a morale boosting score but the thirds kept their concentration in niggardly defence despite the temptation to leak a try as bad habits transfer to games when league are at stake. The roll call of scorers was Ben Lark 3, Ryan Chattington 2, Brendan Cullen 2 ,Nick Defue 2 ,Danny Rice 2, Kris Whitehead 2 ,Will Kester 2 ,Lee Morris ,Rick Reynolds, Grant Bentley, and Richard Owen with Thompson and Twigg sharing the conversions. Difficult to pick the best one but canada meds mention of a great charge through the gap by debutant prop Owen for his effort and a neat touchdown by Lark as he flew onto a neat chip by Twigg. Fullback Chattington (known as Ballotelli to his team mates not though for his attitude he as good as gold for his skipper and as far as I know does not set off fireworks in his bathroom its just a vague physical similarity ) somehow turned up on the left wing to race 70 metres for a scorcher.A mention for second row and licensed victualler Tony Hudson who did not score but yelled in a maul ” on me” a phrase probabley not heard from him before or likely to again especially away from the confines of the rugby pitch. The thirds made hay in the late Autumn sunshine but sterner tasks lie ahead in the dark and dismal days of winter .