vs Spartan

lost 6-5

DC, CB MOM, JH, TH, AW, CG, RH

On a dusty shelf in a forgotten room of a large rambling country house shall sit one day an enormous leather bound volume entitled “Honourable Losses Sustained By The Mighty Fighting Nannas”. And yes, deep, deep inside this antediluvian tome etched in jenkem shall be the words I type this day.

For this was one of the Nannas great, honourable losses. The coach had prepared us for the sculpted pectorals and handsome countenances of this young and lusty foe. We were not swayed nor distracted by the very slight and superficial differences that could be gleaned between us and them. On the day we were very very similar. For in the breast of every Nanna that evening beat a youthful, hopeful heart encased in our own metaphorically sculpted pectorals.

Yes we took it right to them. It was almost a draw. And if it had been a draw then we would certainly have had the scent of victory in our nasal passages. But alas- No not even al, not alas at all.. but as it transpired there was no scent of victory. A sharp whiff of a draw. A profoundly honourable loss. Kudos men!