Magnificent defensive effort seals win for A Team at Cleck !
On arrival at Cleck Huddersfield were initially distracted by the sound of a loud bleating coming from a nearby field. Upon investigation it was found to be not a heard of sheep but Old Crocs still moaning to the RFU about their 8 try paggering last week.
Team selection as usual had been interesting throughout the week, but in the end we somehow ended up with at least two – or was it three ? – subs. A Team debuts for Andre “I’ve never met a nice South African” Baillon, Anthony “naïve but dangerous” Berry & Howard “cool for cats” Hanks.
Saturday also saw the return to Mantown of two of our star backs – Karlos, who as usual was jumping around like an excited puppy – I swear if they were asking for volunteers for experimental dental route canal work his hand would be straight up – & Jim “hard & straight” Lockwood. Ladies I am referring to his running lines, not a walk on part in Debbie Does Dallas.
It was two steps forward & one backward for the RFU “ Help the aged return to play” initiative. Saturday did see Sowers turn out again – proudly parading his new retro jockstrap before the game only to realize he had forgotten his boots. Oh deary, deary me.
The game started well for Huddersfield with a series of forward drives producing yet another score for Joe bug – lining glory boy Sheils, who hung around long enough for Cleck to run out of puff before diving over from his more traditional distance of three and a half millimeters.
Huddersfield continued to enjoy the bulk of possession & territory but could only manage one further score, but sports fans, what a score it was. Already a leading contender for try of the season, not only at whatever Yorkshire/Airedale/ Wharfedale/Uphill/Downdale/North/South/East/league we are in but also, undoubtedly, nationally. Yes readers you’ve guessed it – a penalty was punted into touch, Glory Boy Sheils pulled out his best arrows to hit your correspondent at the top of his “jump” & a magnificent driving maul saw defenders scattered & a marvelous touchdown for the sprightly Iain Shelton. Sexy, sexy rugby.
The second half saw Huddersfield butcher a couple of early chances before Cleck camped in our 22 for most of the half, aided & abetted by a high penalty count – most of which came from some buffoon in the second row…… . It was squeaky bum time but, as the headline suggests, none did indeed pass.
There was just time for one last moment of glory for our hero Joe Sheils who effected a magnificent turnover on our 22 & set off downfield – images of past glories immediately came to mind – the crowd were on their feet (well the one man was , not sure about his dog) orchestras struck up, grown men cried, women threw underwear but Alas ! There was to be no repeat of his week one heroics as he got to half way & simply stopped. Apparently he had lost his bearings – quite understandable on a pitch that looked like it was last mowed in 1975.
Final score I’m pretty sure was Cleck 0 Huddersfield 14
Big ups this week to Steve Harris who played prop like a no.8 (mind you, at Halifax he played no. 8 like a prop) & Tom Forshaw – smallest guy on the pitch putting in the biggest hits.
Strong like bull
Smart like tractor