U12s proclaim that they are back
I'm on my way with Merseyrail to Oldershaw today
The Southport U12s weren't showing any mercy this sunny Sunday morning on the Wirral, electing to kick off up the hill and forcing an immediate knock on. Lewis Parker capitalised from the ensuing scrum, taking the ball strongly over the whitewash to get procedures going. James Pilkington ran flat out, getting those knees up nice and high to take the second try. The third belonged to Jack Hendry, charging like a baby rhino into the right hand corner. The fourth was Jack again, this time cropping up in the centre of the pitch for a powerful run to the line. James Pilkington had added another before the opposition could even draw breath, this time hugging the right hand touchline and dotting down in the corner.
Dillon Smith continued the pain for the opposition, gathering the ball in cleanly at the base of the scrum and running a good twenty yards to get a well earned try. Thomas Pilkington rounded off a lovely movement with the ball going through the hands of everyone in the back division for what was most certainly the team score of the day. Then Sam Cockwill set to work, carrying the ball well and proving hard to stop as he crossed for a quick brace of scores, the first through the middle of the park and the second in the right hand corner. Mason Plunkett finished off the first period in style with a wonderful effort borne of pure strength and determination. Ten tries scored in all.
The second period proved a much more barren scorecard. The rugby was more aggressive. The boys were more defensive but the team performance was certainly of a high standard. Sam Cockwill continued to look a raw old beast, constantly getting the ball over the gain line to keep momentum with Southport, and eventually getting reward with the only try of the period when he barged down the middle and sent the opposition centres flying like skittles. But this was a half when the tackle count mattered and none of the twenty boys playing today shied away from their responsibilities. A lovely blend of offensive flair and defensive grit got the job done and the boys all travelled back to Southport with a well earned win under the belt.
I'm on my way with Merseyrail to Oldershaw today.
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today.
On my way to watch the Port Pups score tries.
And years from now you wont believe your own eyes.
And everyone is playing for the first team.
And in the bar, you still can hear the Mums scream.
Next week, Sunshine on Lymm.