It was a baffling, enjoyable game with moments of genuine excitement. I did not understand the rules around a scrum at all, or why penalties were given. There was often a tangle of arms and legs on the ground as the unfortunate possessor of the ball got jumped on by five burly men. It was essentially a mixture of ballet and fighting, and not something I'd be any good at at all.
Sunday 27 April 2014
Elderflower Wine - Eighth Bottle (A2), 20th April 2014 (sort of)
I swapped this bottle for a ticket to a rugby match. We are in Newcastle for Easter, and Sooz suggested we go watch the Falcons play the Saracens. Not being one to say "I don't like it" until I've tried it, I thought this sounded like a splendid idea. So Claire, Sooz and I watched the local team put up a brave fight against the Saracens, but lose 23 - 17.
It was a baffling, enjoyable game with moments of genuine excitement. I did not understand the rules around a scrum at all, or why penalties were given. There was often a tangle of arms and legs on the ground as the unfortunate possessor of the ball got jumped on by five burly men. It was essentially a mixture of ballet and fighting, and not something I'd be any good at at all.
It was a baffling, enjoyable game with moments of genuine excitement. I did not understand the rules around a scrum at all, or why penalties were given. There was often a tangle of arms and legs on the ground as the unfortunate possessor of the ball got jumped on by five burly men. It was essentially a mixture of ballet and fighting, and not something I'd be any good at at all.
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