An extremely crisp, clear and precipitous morning would greet us as we approached the home of Rugby League in the Southern Heartland of Rugby League.
With session in one hand, two lots of cones at the ready and the Viking in his finest regalia would meet the Nordic weather head on. For this would be Summer Rugby with wind-chill and the #BlackRednGreen of Skolars finest juniors would not let the conditions dictate play.
After last week’s mind-blowing Icelandic session I would lay yet more challenges down for the young Skolars of the future and get them thinking about the Greatest Game once again.
The wind picked up, the guys picked up a ball, the wind-chill began to freeze hands, the skills on display would warm the heart and blow the mind. The enthusiasm would be inspired and reciprocated. For these young athletes would not let an icy wind-chill deter them from having fun with the only ball worth worrying about.
It was a coaching minefield but one dutifully accepted by the Ever Tanning inspiration, who by the way had recently suntanned on Thursday!!
The ten passes would lead us into the paciest Rugby Netball known to Nordics and led us into the Promised Land.
Skills required in THE game is the ability to grip, carry and play the ball, all of the above on display in our half pitch team race, add into that some protective falling and Embed the Pathway would be tearful at this point with joy!!
There would be no let up as challenge after challenge, skill after skill would be displayed with smiles as wide as Perth Road and as the catches were made I couldn’t have been prouder.
The wind chilled ever so more, the hands would be even crispier than a Rice Krispie square bar, the calling even more in tune than the Fab 4 harmonies. The two vs. one would be quick and definate, the basics of Rugby League skills being unleashed to the Scandinavian Nation.
This would lead us not in temptation but deliver us unto the fabled three vs. two and four vs. three. Plenty to think about, plenty to enjoy.
The cheeks reddened, the hands numbing by the minute, movement in the joints seizing by the second but this would not deter our young band for they would stick to the grubbers and kick tennis with the Vigour of Vikingism. The points flowed; the grubbers played their part, the high bombs unleashing catch after catch.
The penultimate rendition would see them wrap up with Overload touch to keep the blood pumping and the bodies warm before delivering an extension of our two minute drill. This would be 500m spread across three disciplines; down n ups Starlo style and would be completed as one impenetrable unit of Black Red n Green.
All the way through there was great commitment to the cause of the Viking and his Young Warriors. Even post running we warmed down, huddled up and grew as a team.
These young players have shown the attitude, respect, and teamwork that I only dream of which has now become a reality of Nordic proportions and one that has truly blown my mind.
London Skolars U12s/13s I doth my horned helmet, for I am humbled in your presence, continue to do what you do and you will become a great group of athletes, friends and Rugby League players!!
What a group of children, all willing, all listening, all Skolars!!
I thank you and bid you Good day for these are the ever scribing words of the Awe Inspiring Tanning sensation of the Icelandic, neigh, Scandinavian Nation in N22!!
A Final postscript would see me journey to the outer reaches of Hemel Stags where I would cast an eye over the South East Colleges Rugby League trials. Over fifty lads from across the South East giving it their all in the Iciest tundra like winds imaginable. With cuppa in hand the Viking strode out into the icy blasts to peruse and enjoy the Greatest game before departing for the warmth of Casa de Viking.
I bid you Good evening!!