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Published: April 13th 2012
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Cleaning up from Day 4, good to see Forest Bywater and include him our tactical decision making discussions. Required an emergency session of the United Boys Security Council to lobby the Judge for a short notice court session. Fortunately we were able to whip up a lynch mob (jury) at short notice and justice was dispensed. Ricko greedily put on his bikini top to fulfil his long held dream of becoming a Victoria Secret Angel; you saw the pictures yesterday, you be the judge! Photog and Manager took the chance to buy some (so the salesman said) "freshly stolen" sunnys for 50 rand a pop. The salesmen said we'd look like George Clooney and Bruce Willis, some said more like Homer and Kojak but the particularly unkind thought Cagney and Lacey.
So onto breakfast all the boys were talking about watching Titanic and staying up to see the end......it sank! Judge came in and regaled us with his return to the room after a full contact tactics session and falling asleep on his bed fully clothed. Ever the pro he had booked an alarm call so he was not surprised when he was awoken by the phone what felt like
20 minutes later; because it was! A man from the tactics unit said we had left their establishment without paying a large portion of the bill. 221 Rand, Judge laughed in the face of the crisis, promised to settle up both with the bar and the Kitty (Choir) Master who had abrogated all his responsibility.
The boys struggled up for breakfast with eyes like small water holes in the snow. Richard, don't ever let Ears ever drink, he'll be cremated whilst alive for impersonating a zombie. General comments of "I'm sore", "Where?", "Everywhere" emanated particularly from the front row.
So off for our training session with Hamilton's and the Springbok U20 coach Anton Moolman with Clint a former Super 12 fly half who was head coach of Ronderbosch High School. What a ground. The Gardens Rugby Club is situated half-way up the lower slopes of Table Mountain overlooking the Bay. The weather was perfect and the boys soon learnt that a ball hit off the end of the pitch went into impenetrable undergrowth. Actually they didn't learn so we kept losing the balls and only after executing extreme jungle expeditions did we manage to recover some.
We
got some excellent tips and drills focusing on back line attack and line defence which had been a weakness in our first 2 games. By popular consensus it was the second best session they had ever had. (Our coaches would otherwise have to descend to the Tactics Cellar for the rest of the tour in shame). A great session with outstanding observations and all the boys were engaged from start to finish. 2 minor injuries to Sleepy and Lines that should be fine with a bit of ice and rest.
So off to lunch followed by a video debriefing session of the Bishops game. Lunch was interrupted by news from the girls of Cheryl's birthday bash with lots of talk of racy goings on in Dubai. We pressed to test whether this meant we had a pass and were given short shrift. The "nooooooooooooo!" from the Organiser left us in no doubt of the trouble we would be in if any plans were hatched. The video debrief brought home the lessons learnt in the morning practice that we hope should lead to an improved defensive performance with fewer runs outflanking us. We look forward to the video from the
girls day out!
Time was pressing so we then got back on the bus for a short ride to Camps Bay for a spot of fun on the beach and dinner watching the sun going down. And what fun was had.... we started with a spot of passing then the tougher boys decided to go for a swim. Hold, Hold, Press and then Missile, Spaceman, Squeaky, Puck, Munch, Tackles, Pacman and Ears, Plumshot, Sox, Ghost, Rocket and Boots dived in. They discovered what an inney really was based on the 11 deg sea temperature. Missile did his rutting seal impression as seen in the attached picture, sounding (says the Surgeon) like a dog with a cleft palate. We then had a spot of touch in the sand, a cricket ball throwing competition before an MMA fight, started off by Sox, trying to take out Plumshot and rolling into a massive tag team event which finished when the Keymaster tapped out his son Pacman....trying to get the Atilla the Hun Dad of the year award for the third year straight.
And so off for dinner at Col' Cacchio's Italian restaurant in Camps Bay for another healthy pasta loading trip.
Immediately Pacman chucked his glass on the floor and the Keymaster ratted him out to make the Dad of the Year Award a lock. The Photog tried to maintain order by telling the boys the couldn't draw any rude pictures on the paper table cloth with their crayons. His bid for decorum failed miserably, particular when Plumshot spotted the lovely young girl in a floaty blue dress that served him a Pepsi (looking after a sponsor again). He vowed to stay in SA until the 5 year age gap had closed acceptably and he could profess his undying love.
The perfect end to a perfect day; Plumshot got a photo with his dream girl and picked up the play of the day, tackle of the day and Pigz awards. Pacman got the sacred pink mankini but his proud father the Keymaster picked up a bikini for both ratting out and choking out his son on the same day. Never before have a happier couple graced the pages of this esteemed publication.
Amazing sunset, as the sun sank into the Atlantic Ocean to finish off a top day that marks the end for Photog, Choir and the Surgeon; they
will be badly missed. Auld Lang Syne!
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