LSH 47 V 24 ASHTON UNDER LYNE Ah! The agony and the ecstasy of the cup Woosey in injury time at Flleetwood, JD kick to win hitting the post at Bolton and the former Captains Green Shoes. . Such is the nature and the allure of cup football. Like going to the Garswood Swingers car keys in the bowl Annual Ho Down for the first time, you just dont know what youre going to get. So the 3rd round brought AUL to Moss. Would they be Baltic State Blonde you hope for nice to look at, easy to give the runaround and likes a good beating . Or the Thai Bride with the hidden surprise that gives you a nasty shock. With Wayne away with Waynetta at a Lamaze Breathing Weekend,at the Breast is Best Boot Camp Ian Callaghan stepped in at fly half. Referee for the day Brian Ball got the game underway. LSH started strongly retaining possession and edging upfield. The early exchanges indicated that AUL would be strong in the tackle and powerful in the scrum. The home side continued to dominate possession and territory but received a rude awakening when a loose ball was recycled to the AUL fly half who danced through the entire LSH from 70 yards for a converted score. The Laners then went on the offensive scoring two quick converted tries, firstly Ian Penketh strolled over after Phil Henrys ball steal following Craig Daviess improvised kick and then James Lacey finished with aplomb following good handling along the three quarters, Callys touchline conversion was a fitting conclusion. AUL then got back into the game using their big pack and crossed following a series of scrums and rolling mauls at The Pavillion End. A little bit of handbags broke out following cultural misunderstanding based on the two teams relative positions in the hinterland of the Cities of Manchester and Liverpool. Therein an AUL player being called a Manc may respond with, buzzing nice one our kid, whereas an LSH player of the Sintellener variety brought up on flat rib and RL. will take umbrage at being called a Scouser. A useful if pointless anthropological point for the neutral reader. On the half time whistle Craig Davies bobbed and weaved like a drunken unicyclist sponsored by The Thirsty Yicker to score, Callys 100% conversions took LSH to the mythical two score margin. HT LSH 21 V 12 AUL An eerie level of calm took over the half time pep talk, cliches were absent as was voracious swearing which would have pleased our notable absentee bible punchers Geoff and Mike Hitchen. The church like serenity was broken by PMM, I kin love bumballah me More surprisingly the team followed the threadbare plan, possession was retained and strong drives from front row pair Plumbley and Prescott allowed Mark Henry to feed Cally who held up the ball beautifully for Neil Babbs perfect line to add a converted score. AUL fought back when there dominant scrum forced a penalty try to reduce the gap to 9., Next score would crucial. It went the way of the home team Williams picked up at 8 as the scrum retreated, he crossed the gain line and popped a pass to Phil Henry who found the rampaging Matt Carlton who smashed through the AUL defence, drew the full back and then displayed the manual dexterity of a French Cabaret Chanteuse to send over Mark Henry umolested for a converted score. LSH then quickly added another as Phil Henry showed the same disregard to the AUL defence as a 39s Hollywood Ingenue would show to the casting couch reputation of a lascivious director, Cally was unable to convert, but the game looked done. But the visitors were not going to lie down and more scrummaging and mauling added another score, LSH were finding AUL like a hangover on a Sunday Morning, they just wouldnt go away quietly. Phil Henry finally did so following great interpassing between backs and forwards, Callys conversion brought the scoring and game to an end. All who took the field are mentioned in dispatches, awarded a Well Done Old Man is Phil Henry a Yah Boo Sucks Panto Villain Award goes to Neil Babbs for throwing an opposition player to the floor in a rough manner by means of the collar but this Weeks Manly Handshake and Tiger Balm rubdown as MOM goes to Ian Callaghan. The feeling of elation that victory had brought and prompted a. RAROR was soon punctured by the fact at least half a dozen predicted their ineligibility for the next round on Valentines Day. Back were we started with the intrigue of the cup of the other 7 remaining teams only Widnes are familiar, so a trip to the unknown is in the offing. So we end with the words of diminutive New York troubadour Paul Simon, from Me and Julio, I dont know where Im going but Im on my way By Bill S Preston Esquire
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 00:26:26 +0000
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