The Bird has been sulking all week.
He cannot understand why the ostriches depicted on Jan’s metal sculpture have been painted pink. He would
never be seen in pink. He thinks it’s cissy and that she should ask for her money back.
The Infernal Device on the roof has malfunctioned yet again and apparently now requires a new circulation pump.
We are awaiting a quote, and given that it’s a German make, we don’t even know what the availability is. The whole thing is demonstrably a White Elephant, and as we’re paying out far more than we are saving in gas, we’re seriously contemplating de-commissioning the apparatus completely – so much for green energy!
Being suckers for punishment, we might have a look at replacing it with a Solar PV array to generate electricity, but that will depend on the installation cost.
To the weekend’s sport, and a second-ever visit to Gipsy Lane, the home of Frome RFC, which is on the north-east edge of the town and by no means the easiest to find.
Best accessed from the north end of the Frome Bypass, you turn right and right again into Clink Road as if you’re travelling down past Frome Town FC’s stadium towards the shopping area, but you then need to turn right for a third time (by a huge green BT (?) junction box) into a housing estate and wend your way through that. Arriving at the ground, there’s plenty of on-site parking; in fact there’s 162 spaces. No, I didn’t count them
, that number’s according to a fundraising board on the clubhouse wall - £100 donation per space sought to meet resurfacing costs! If they’ve got any money left over, they could jolly well have a crack at resurfacing the potholed Gipsy Lane itself.
The clubhouse itself is a little bit dingy – downstairs, there was one set of rooms cordoned off “Examination in Progress” (might have been something to do with dancing diplomas) and the self-styled Pasta and Chilli Kitchen was deserted when I arrived, although they were serving basic fayre from there at half-time. Upstairs, there are two small bars, one marked “Vice-Presidents and Players Only”, the other presumably for oiks like Ossie
, but this was out of bounds for a club lunch, then followed by setting-up for a wedding function, so the members bar was open to all. There is a long first floor balcony accessed from these bars which would give you a good elevated view of the game, but I decamped to the other side of the pitch, from where you can see more easily the electronic scoreboard, with its countdown clock, mounted on the clubhouse wall – more of which anon!
There are 6 rugby pitches laid out on the spacious campus, with pleasant elevated views over the nearby countryside. The main pitch railed on both sides; the adjacent pitch is floodlit. Between these two pitches, there is a small wooden refreshment hut, but that was firmly locked up today and I don’t know if it sees any use. Plus the ubiquitous rickety video-camera scaffold tower you find at most grounds today
.
The match pitched 13th vs 4th in a 14 team league, with both sides needing a bonus-points win in this penultimate round of fixtures (and for other results to also go their way). The pitch was ‘orrible, a lot of tussocky grass
– I’ve seen better prepared horse paddocks
, and in the early stages there were quite a few injury stoppages. Newbury missed out in the 14th minute when they couldn’t capitalise on a charged-down kick that sent the loose ball bobbling behind the home team’s try line, but Frome managed to get to it first and eventually clear. Frome then managed an opening try on 24m – the attempted conversion was skewed well wide – and then promptly shot themselves in the foot with a player yellow-carded for a way too exuberant dive over the top of a ruck. The 14 men managed to hold out until the final play of the first half when Newbury finally broke their resistance down the middle. 5-7 at the interval.
The second half started tetchily with more handbags on display than a Luis Vuitton convention
. On 43m one such bout of nonsense resulted in an easy Newbury penalty, but Frome hit back on 50m when Rutt plunged over for Jones to convert. A further Frome try on 53m from Frost, who nearly took it out of bounds before touching down, made it 19-10, before a second Frome player was sin-binned for fisticuffs
. I was quite surprised his Newbury opponent wasn’t dismissed with him.
With Newbury encamped within Frome’s 5 yard line for a very long period, we were then treated to a superb interception by Frome’s Benstead who raced 50 yards upfield before launching a wild, speculative chip forward as Newbury closed in on him. This looked to be heading out over the touchline, but it landed just within bounds - and miraculously ricocheted back in-field, where Benstead, following up, caught it cleanly and slipped an inside pass to Sully to run in unopposed. Prime contender for my Try of the Season!
24-10, but Newbury then came right back with a converted try on 67m to set up a nail-biting finish. Could Frome hold out? Down to 14 men yet again with a straight yellow for dissent, and 7 minutes left on the clock. Frome were backs to the wall, Newbury in the ascendancy, and then it was all over, the final whistle blown and a try-bonus victory for Frome. Cue major celebrations!
But ….. there were still clearly 5 minutes left on the game clock.
The referee had previously verbally indicated to the teams there was just one minute left to play, but I was monitoring that game clock throughout the second half and I certainly wasn’t aware of any anomalies in timing, not to the extent of 5 minutes’ play. OK, the referee is the final arbiter, but over the years I’ve seen referees blow up too early
, as I’m sure you may have too if you watch sports, so it does just leave me with an interesting question mark over today’s game …….
After a scrappy first half, a game which became a really entertaining match, and if they can win their final fixture at Marlborough, Frome have a decent chance of avoiding relegation.
09/04/22 – South East 1 East (Level 6)
Frome RFC 24 Newbury Blues RFC 17
Admission: free
Programme: none. Not even a 2021/22 year book available, either. Both starting line-ups however were published on each club’s social media.
Refreshments: 2 x small sausages and chips £2.50 from the so-called “Pasta and Chilli Kitchen” which was serving neither pasta nor chilli. Well, there was a huge vat of chilli on the stove, but I was told it was for the players only, after the match.
“However, I could give you some on your chips if it’s hot enough” mused the cook, who proceeded to dip a finger into the mix and stir it!
“No, still only luke-warm ….”
That’s when I settled, with some relief, for the sausages
. Good thing I wasn’t a Hygiene Inspector …..
Attendance: 135, including a sizeable, raucous contingent from Newbury.