It was an immense game with a sell-out 24K crowd. Amorosino's first half try was stunning, and Tigers put in a truly fantastic performance.
The six pre and a few more post match pints of Guinness helped to mark the occasion, and this morning I have just about lost my voice whilst having a massive headache.
Showing posts with label Rugby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rugby. Show all posts
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Stuffing Springboks
I am not a particularly big follower of Rugby, either code - football is my main sporting interest. However I do like to watch the RU Six Nations Championships and World Cup, and like to see the local Leicester Tigers doing well.
Through work, I often go to home games at Welford Road with the mandatory hospitality including excessive free alcohol intake, a great meal and of course the game. Last night was one such occasion - with the difference being that it wasn't a league or cup game, this was Leicester Tigers v South Africa ..... and we won!
It was an immense game with a sell-out 24K crowd. Amorosino's first half try was stunning, and Tigers put in a truly fantastic performance.
The six pre and a few more post match pints of Guinness helped to mark the occasion, and this morning I have just about lost my voice whilst having a massive headache.
It was an immense game with a sell-out 24K crowd. Amorosino's first half try was stunning, and Tigers put in a truly fantastic performance.
The six pre and a few more post match pints of Guinness helped to mark the occasion, and this morning I have just about lost my voice whilst having a massive headache.
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Six Nations
While I'm at it - the other good thing about rubgy is the six nations which gives us all an annual opportunity to enjoy a bit of light hearted nationalistic jingoism. So it was with great joy that I slumped into the settee to watch England defeat our filthy gallic friends from across the channel. I work in an office with four French nationals so Monday will be a good day.
Only downside is that it now looks increasingly likely that the sheep shaggers could take the grand slam.
Another Wilkinson drop-goal. Image robbed blatantly from BBC News website.
Only downside is that it now looks increasingly likely that the sheep shaggers could take the grand slam.
Another Wilkinson drop-goal. Image robbed blatantly from BBC News website.
Tigers v Sharks 23/02/2008
When I were a lad at school in Leicester, we really only played football. It was a reputable inner-city comprehensive (reputable as in having a reputation, not necessarily a good one) with a staunch working class population - rugby union was largely considered to be a toffs game which involved men chasing men, grabbing their legs and sticking their heads up each others arses. Rugby League was simply something that northerners played. Little wonder then that I never really took any great interest in either code.
In more recent years I have come to realise that this perception of the game as a whole was misguided. I still find most of the rules incomprehensible and the stuttering nature of some of the play a bit boring, but there are two things that make attending a rugby fixture more enjoyable these days than going to a Premiership or Championship football match: drinking in the stadium is not only allowed, it is almost encouraged, and there is still a standing terrace. Great.
All the better then when I am treated to corporate hospitality involving a three course meal, free beer/drink and the match ticket. Like today when Leicester Tigers were at home to Sale Sharks. During the course of the 'six pints & two large glasses of red' afternoon we watched what turned out to be the dullest game of rugby imaginable, and sadly Tigers lost out to a last minute try by that French neanderthal Chabal. For a more detailed and accurate match report see here.
Seeing as the famous Welford Road stadium is scheduled to undergo a major transformation over the next couple of years I also took a small digital compact to get a few shots for the memories and of the game - click for bigger versions.
Looking down the ground from the Alliance and Leicester stand on Welford Road. The Next Stand is on the right.
The Crumbie Stand with the terracing. The new stadium will retain a standing terrace.
Corry and the boys warm-up. Notice that most appear to have thigh injuries requiring bandaging.
Before the start, Andy Goode practises his ball-handling skills and hopes that the c17000 crowd isn't watching.
Sam Vesty decides to spend the game leaning on the post.
Goode points out to the touchline judge that his tight red undershorts match his shirt, and would he like to join the team bath later on. Probably.
Sale win this lineout.
Heads up arses. Note that Vesty has hardly moved, lazy bastard.
Mark Cunto seems to be distracted. You'd think he'd notice his name was spelt wrong on his shirt.
Caveman Chabal and Cunto watch Goode prepare to miss a conversion.
Sale celebrate the final whistle. Tigers 11 - Sale 14.
In more recent years I have come to realise that this perception of the game as a whole was misguided. I still find most of the rules incomprehensible and the stuttering nature of some of the play a bit boring, but there are two things that make attending a rugby fixture more enjoyable these days than going to a Premiership or Championship football match: drinking in the stadium is not only allowed, it is almost encouraged, and there is still a standing terrace. Great.
All the better then when I am treated to corporate hospitality involving a three course meal, free beer/drink and the match ticket. Like today when Leicester Tigers were at home to Sale Sharks. During the course of the 'six pints & two large glasses of red' afternoon we watched what turned out to be the dullest game of rugby imaginable, and sadly Tigers lost out to a last minute try by that French neanderthal Chabal. For a more detailed and accurate match report see here.
Seeing as the famous Welford Road stadium is scheduled to undergo a major transformation over the next couple of years I also took a small digital compact to get a few shots for the memories and of the game - click for bigger versions.
Looking down the ground from the Alliance and Leicester stand on Welford Road. The Next Stand is on the right.
The Crumbie Stand with the terracing. The new stadium will retain a standing terrace.
Corry and the boys warm-up. Notice that most appear to have thigh injuries requiring bandaging.
Before the start, Andy Goode practises his ball-handling skills and hopes that the c17000 crowd isn't watching.
Sam Vesty decides to spend the game leaning on the post.
Goode points out to the touchline judge that his tight red undershorts match his shirt, and would he like to join the team bath later on. Probably.
Sale win this lineout.
Heads up arses. Note that Vesty has hardly moved, lazy bastard.
Mark Cunto seems to be distracted. You'd think he'd notice his name was spelt wrong on his shirt.
Caveman Chabal and Cunto watch Goode prepare to miss a conversion.
Sale celebrate the final whistle. Tigers 11 - Sale 14.
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