La rencontre des villes d’eau

Mince, mon Président, à qui je ne peux rien refuser (j’ai essayé pour la cotisation), me demande un compte-rendu de la rencontre Esquiche-Gréoux. Je vais essayer, mais ça n’est pas facile car, comme dit Moscato :
Quand tu joues devant après la sortie de mêlée il faudrait un scooter pour rejoindre le ballon et voir ce qu’il se passe.
Ça a commencé sur le parking, il faisait un vent pas possible et croyant être marrant j’ai dit à Eric  « Ce soir avec ce vent on ne joue pas au pied et on ne fait pas de chandelles ».
On s’est donc fait la bises tous, on s’est échauffé, ou pas, et on a entamé ce match contre les Gryséliens (merci wikipédia) au maillot rouge et noir renforcés par quelques esquiches.

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An ode to the bent backs and scraped knees for the red and gold

With the pitch a little smaller and the rules slightly amended to accommodate the 12 players per side entering the arena to battle the day away.

The elbows prepared for the fray. Warming up bravely and excited to show off the pace of our speedy back line, and the brawn of our ever present, resolute and dominant forward play.

With the acreage, being severely reduced, the play was close and unattractive to boot.

The elbows held firm with hearts beating strong as we held the overall tournament winners Lunel, to a 2-2 draw in the first game of the day. With fresh blood pumping through the veins of our back line players and the old faithfuls holding strong in the pack, it was a heart warming and novel experience to start so strong. Our patient speedsters waited for their moment to attack, and so they did in fine form, piercing the line of the opposition with beautiful running, ball handling skills, and defence. Starting in such fine form, with a song in our hearts, we were all very excited about the days fortunes that lay ahead.

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