Let’s face it, the score was irrelevant. This was an occasion to wish a happy retirement to a club legend and all-around good egg: Cliffy. It was a glorious day; we drank, ate, chatted and remembered times past. I wonder whose testimonial we’ll see Cliffy pulling his boots on again for.
Continue reading “View from the Birtles: Sale Legends 62 Prem Allstars 54”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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Sale managed to stay more-or-less in touch until about five minutes into the second half when Bristol’s superior speed and accuracy started to tell and they pulled away with a couple of quick strikes.
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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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One point. One —ing point.
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It’s getting real, now…
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an old grey dog 
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