With a long trip to Wigton in north Cumbria it was decided that an early meet at the club was required by all the players and travelling support. Now what time was the meet? was it 9.30, 9.45 or 10.00, who knows, but it just about sums up the day. One thing I know for sure, it wasn’t 9.00 as young Tom Dutton thought. Can someone please explain to the lad how to read a text message that’s greater than one line.
After a pleasant scenic journey through the Cumbrian countryside and with the sight of the Scottish Mountains beckoning we arrived at Wigton with plenty of time, and a bit more, to spare. Thankfully the lads had a game of Ladies Hockey to watch to pass the time away.
The game was not good for Eccles as they were outplayed in most departments by a very good and strong Wigton outfit. Most of the damage appeared to be done, by some, in the backs but this would be unfair as the whole Wigton team played as if the game meant something to them.
In the first half Wigton ran in 5 tries, only two of which were converted. In the second playing against the wind, Eccles dug in deep to repel as much as they could and restricted the home side to four tries again with only two being converted. However it was not wholly the home side as Eccles battled on valiantly and were rewarded with a Sam Simpson try.
Final score 53 – 5. Enough said.
As you would want after a game like that the coach trip home was full of team spirit. That would be a bottle of Port, a bottle of JD and a small bottle of Jamiesons, plus many tins and bottles of other such stuff. As we passed Penrith, The Griffalow decided, unilaterally, we all needed to visit a hostelry he knew of. Next time can he please ask young Will’s permission before he makes such important decisions so I don’t get it in the neck.
Next week’s home game against Aspatria is to say the least all important.