"Me Again"
Fort Sill played rugby hard on Saturday and the score reflected their tough play: 33-12, Fort Sill.
They were big, strong, quick, tough and organized for the most part. Our backs weren't able to get much going against them. One able tackler from Fort Sill (#14 I think), yelled "Me again!" just as he made tackles throughout the game. I think he must be in a PsyOps unit because the psychological warfare seemed to be working on our young side. From the sideline, it was hilarious, but I think it might have been getting under DARC players' skin. He even tackled Zee a couple of time, wrapping him up before he could accelerate or in mid-dance step.
We still managed to get two trys to their three, but their kicker not only made a drop kick from open play 4 minutes in, but his accuracy at penalties and conversions, especially in the high and variable winds, was their most devastating weapon. I guess that's what you get when you play against several artillery men.
And some of the forward play was pretty good against bigger opponents, particularly in the scrums where we were able to steal many of their put-ins with sharp short drives. My impression was that our backs were fairly good on defense when Fort Sill would play the ball out. Where Fort Sill got through our back line, it was near the breakdowns and scrums. And once they were through, we did a poor job of chasing them down. I think we need to do some corner-flagging drills.
The end of the game saw some chippiness that soured the mood. Especially in light of the immediately previous post, you can't play rugby if you can't keep your cool.
The referee's write up.
Some of that sourness was redeemed a bit by some 10s play after the main game. I'd like to especially thank Rod Puentes, the referee, for giving our 10s player a clue on how to organize in 10s.
P.S. Is it just me, or is the ref missing an unconverted try from us?
They were big, strong, quick, tough and organized for the most part. Our backs weren't able to get much going against them. One able tackler from Fort Sill (#14 I think), yelled "Me again!" just as he made tackles throughout the game. I think he must be in a PsyOps unit because the psychological warfare seemed to be working on our young side. From the sideline, it was hilarious, but I think it might have been getting under DARC players' skin. He even tackled Zee a couple of time, wrapping him up before he could accelerate or in mid-dance step.
We still managed to get two trys to their three, but their kicker not only made a drop kick from open play 4 minutes in, but his accuracy at penalties and conversions, especially in the high and variable winds, was their most devastating weapon. I guess that's what you get when you play against several artillery men.
And some of the forward play was pretty good against bigger opponents, particularly in the scrums where we were able to steal many of their put-ins with sharp short drives. My impression was that our backs were fairly good on defense when Fort Sill would play the ball out. Where Fort Sill got through our back line, it was near the breakdowns and scrums. And once they were through, we did a poor job of chasing them down. I think we need to do some corner-flagging drills.
The end of the game saw some chippiness that soured the mood. Especially in light of the immediately previous post, you can't play rugby if you can't keep your cool.
The referee's write up.
Some of that sourness was redeemed a bit by some 10s play after the main game. I'd like to especially thank Rod Puentes, the referee, for giving our 10s player a clue on how to organize in 10s.
P.S. Is it just me, or is the ref missing an unconverted try from us?
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