The final game for this epic band of brothers, and what a happy ending it was. Trotting out as two teams, reverting to touch (so many fearful sides resort to this, when they see these dashing blades step from the coach) the swashbuckling derring-do manifested early into quick side to side passing, probing for that dash to the try line.

Dashes there were, cheering there was, tries thee were (in abundance) happiness there was, is and ever will be, when we think back to this noble and glorious side.

Bravo! Bravo! Encore!