The teams had been picked, the time had now been set, the weather had been arranged, the pitch fully coned to the direct specifications of my own meticulous laying. Each cone equidistant from the next. One of a few sightings that can be seen by the naked eye from the International space station, the Great Wall of China, The Rover plant, and Saturday morning with the Awe Inspiring Viking coned to perfection!
Skolarigin One, the Boys!!
The game of Mate against Mate was mouth wateringly close. Skolarigin Game 1 was nearly upon us, the masses gathered for what would be a tense morning of Brutal but beautiful rugby, God’s game created for the populous by the Coaching combo of Fraine, Kelly, McNeil and the Ever Suntanning Sensation.
The list had shown 28 names of purist Black Red n Green, in the back of the mind of the Viking, a very confusing and hectic place, the Nordic scribe, if truth be told, was only expecting 20-24!! To the Scandinavian surprise of Odin we had 27 lads all wanting to be part of this . . . the only Evolution of Rugby League in N22. If it’s going to happen, it will be here, wearing the colours proudly of the Skolars!!
Coach Kelly would lead the warm up stretches before getting into some copious amounts of pass n catch to the point that we took it back to the beginning of time and the basics in order to focus the mind, the body, and the soul. Straight into some three on one defence that would prepare the body for the most physical of sessions thus far in 2015.
Time for hydration, verbalisation and some uplifting and spiritual enlightenment from the Scribe of the Nordic word. This morning’s numbers would make me extremely proud and inspired, for this could have turned into a kick around the pitch and a little bit of touch, neigh, my friends, these boys WANT to be part of the Rugby League Revolution sweeping the North and North East of London that will culminate in a Northern versus Southern Heartland Battle in the very place where dreams are made of, St Helens. This is the light at the end of yonder tunnel, and where the development of our boys will be on show to the entire Rugby League heartland this coming summer.
For now we would begin. Mate against mate, no backward step taken, every forward step met with a booming tackle, every pass taken at speed, every hit felt around the Southern environments and one for the ever growing masses that we are in the process of cultivating into a full blown freight train of power that will not stop for anyone.
There was pace, there was guile, there was grit and there was determination. This was a great spectacle for the watching masses. A great matchup for all 27 lads of the Black Red n Green and another reason why nobody does it better!!
At this age they have a choice of what to do on any given Saturday. What they choose to do makes me as proud as punch and happy as Larry as they continue to believe in my Rugby League Vision and want to train every week and play matches at every opportunity, whilst making new friends on their Nordic journey of discovery and their Rugby League development.
I am the Ever Scribing Nordic Legend and I thank you for your time in perusing the written word of the Sensation of the New Scandinavian Nation.
I will look forward to our next meeting, so until then I bid you Good day, Good evening and Good night!!
Viking Rugby 