Crewe & Nantwich 25 Glossop 22.
By Dave Bradshaw
Maximus Decimus Meridius scoricus inus lastius minutitus to sealicus deservicust vicotiticus.
Upon the vast hallowed ground of battle the spirit of Sparta was called for to rally the waiting troops, after a few savage but valiant defeats on fields both near and in far flung lands, character, resilience and the trust of fellow warriors was the order of the day. With returning foot soldiers to baluster the troops the amassed ranks looked strong and keen.
For the first 20 minutes our defense held its ground, in offence we controlled our attacks gaining significant territory, exposing weaknesses on the flanks, a neat chip through and defensive pressure forced Glossop to ground the ball behind their own line, the resulting scrum found Dan Moulticus crashing through the defensive line on his chariot to take the first points of the game, Logan hit the extras and all looked well.
Glossop, an ancient collective from the foothills of the fog cover land over yonder are proud people, warriors - ones not to lie down, ones with a history who will fight to the end. They quickly hit back with a blow of their own streaking down the edge to score a well worked 5 pointer. To calm the nerves Logan took a penalty to just reassert our selves. Jarrad pounced on some excellent defensive work by Jacob and especially Ashtonicus, that caused the now retreating foes to fumble the ball allowing Jarrad to score. Then just before the customary half time cease fire Alfie barged his way over in the corner taking several opposition troops with him.
Over light refreshments at half time the masses looked in fine fettle, and all was well with in camp with optimism that a sustained 10minute assault on the opposition would result in a white flag, the gathered troops of Glossop had other ideas, they attacked hard they scored well, our fatigue took hold but our heads never dropped, and in our hearts we knew victory would be ours, 3 unanswered try’s and a conversation saw Glossop take the lead, with the last play called by the chief adjudicator Crewe marched up field, caught Glossop in an off side position, punted the resulting penalty to the corner then following a catch and drive, penalty, line out, catch drive, pick and go and the men from Glossop in retreat, out of the mist and into the light came Sparta in the slightly less dominating shape of Max, who collected the ball from the mass of exhausted and battered bodies to dive at the feet and therefore the try line to deliver the final blow. With the jubilation of victory and the knowledge that they had achieved a performance that was what they are capable of, it was wonderful to see an outburst of jubilation at the final whistle.
Glossop are no push overs and Myself and Dave are proud of the teams performance, everyone played very well, with players slotting in seamlessly when called into action. I think what the boys should be most proud of is the never say die attitude, it will serve them well.