Monday, February 13, 2006

I can tell you are all on the edge of your seats..

'Quins 16 Saints 40. I can tell you couldn't wait for the result.

Now, this was a most bizarre day. Unsurprisingly myself and Mr Ramirez (ILL) were suffering slightly from the night before. Still, we soldiered on up to Twickers and watched our team crush Harlequins beneath iron shod hoof. Or boot.

Afterwards we adjourned to a local hostelry for a pint while we waited for the crowds at the station to die down a bit. As luck would have it, this pub put the televised game on - Wigan (a team that all right minded, non-mutants detest) and Catalans. Catalans are the shiny new French side that started this season. They won. They beat the pies in what was a stunning game, we were so happy.

OK, so to recap. We won. Our arch rivals lost. We were in a pub. How could it get better? How about if the Saint Helens coach walked into the very pub where we were watching Wigan getting used? A most surreal experience. We didn't want to bother him because he was with about 8 generations of his family, including about a score of children.

All in all, a quality weekend. Normal blog service will be resumed now so all you not interested in Rugby League results (all of you who are not Pete) can snap out of that glazed look you've're back in the room!

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