There comes a point during a match where you realise that the worst that can happen is a draw and you say to yourself “I’d’ve taken that before the game”, but you know that’s a lie.
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New kit, new faces, a new campaign, same old squeaky bum time.
Continue reading “View from the south stand: Sale 20 Northampton 15 [GP]”We may not have got the win but I think we conclusively demonstrated to all the doubters and cynics that we were there on merit. No longer a “small town in Cheshire”, more “those big buggers from up north who can play a bit”.
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“Quirke… to Ford… to Twickenham.”
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There’s no such thing as a dead match: if you’re not playing at the very least for pride, then what are you doing on the pitch?
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Aaaaaaand … breathe.
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“That’ll do, Donkey. That’ll do.”
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It’s getting real, now…
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This defeat wasn’t Cobus’s fault, let’s be clear about that. We shouldn’t have been in the position of needing that score in the first place.
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“We are fully capable of beating Saracens at home if we can keep fifteen men on the pitch”. You know what? We did, and we did.
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an old grey dog 
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