Guinness Premiership Round 12
Northampton Saints 17 v 13 Leicester Tigers
Franklin's Gardens Saturday10th Jan 2009
K.O. 5pm
East Midland's derbies are always special and despite what the aging aristocrat Monty Masters implies this is the Big one. I'd been looking forward to it all week and this match did not disappoint. This one was even more special because Joe and I stood together on the terrace thanks to Markskaaa's skiing trip. The atmosphere before kick was absolutely crackling on the sort of day when Penguins stay indoors and a huge amount of praise needs to go to Piggy Powell the Saints head groundsman for making this the only premiership fixture to take place in the big freeze. Cue Metallica...
From the off you could see that Saints and the crowd were up for this one. It was just 1 minute in when Mr Barnes pinged Tigers for not rolling away. A straightforward chance for kicking king Stephen Myler (so 3-0 then?) Erm...no! Myler misses. Oh well he'll get the next one!
From the 22 Saints get the ball back and attack again. Myler's inside flick to Kruger appears to put Clarke away for a try but Barnes brings it back for a forward pass. TV repeats show this as marginal but no matter Saints are fizzing as they storm down the hill to the South stand. No slow start this week!
From the resulting scrum Saints are awarded a free kick and before you know Downey breaks to get the home team within 5 metres. The try opportunity is lost but another penalty is awarded and Myler gets another bite at the cherry. Saints fans look on in disbelief as Myler misses again! What a match to have a mare!
Tigers finally get out of their own half but are turned over and Myler kicks downfield. Murphy fumbles, his kick is half charged down and Hartley smashes forward. Myler shapes for a drop goal (oh good now we'll get points on the board,) and scuffs it horribly. Change your boots Stephen. This really isn't like you!
The Tigers are clearly shell shocked by the pace and ferocity of the Northampton attacking play and it's no surprise when Flood belts the 22 restart deep. Foden runs it back and once again were playing in the red zone. Then the Saints nick a Tigers lineout on the Churches side and before you know it Lamont has the ball on the Tetley's side. So that's pace, ferocity and width, something at the Gardens is very rosy indeed! Monty chips on and Murphy, J., kicks the ball out for a 5-metre scrum. At this point we have one of the major sub-plots, the Tigers scrum is going well. Tigers clear their lines and the following lineout is one of the few that don't go to plan. However...Downey takes the ball forward and Myler loops around to feed Foden, after burners on! Lardy's latest lovechild scares the life out of both Murphy's and Diggin is in. Try Saints and oh my goodness it was a thing of beauty. Myler misses the kick (it's on target from a difficult angle but drops just short,) to the utter bemusement of the gardens faithful but who cares, Tigers are getting gesmudgerated! At this point Joe looks at the clock and says:
"Dad that's 10 minutes already"
He's right time is flying by.
On 14 minutes Tigers show their threat. Clarke gets another turnover and a good kick from Myler finds Murphy, J., He does Diggin like a kipper and storms up field over half way. A big challenge from Tom Smith is shrugged off and it takes Lobbe to bring him down. It's probably lucky for Saints that Murphy appears injured by his feats and later retires. Tigers press on though and get to within 5 metres of our line. Good defence by Saints (Diggin's tracking back preventing Murphy, G., from getting a scoring pass away,) sees the attack repelled and finally a relieving penalty on the 22.
Purists will love the passage of play on 17 minutes. A solid lineout to the impressive Kruger sees quick ball go from Dickson, to Myler and Downey crashes up the middle. All done with pace and precision and Tigers have no choice but to impede. Another straightforward chance for air Stephen and what the flip, he misses! Saints have just played the best 20 minutes of rugby I've ever seen and it's 5-0. It could be an awful lot more especially if the first try had been given!
Into the second quarter (yes that's right you've read all that and it's only 20 minutes gone, in the live action I felt like I'd blinked twice and the time had just disappeared!) and Murphy, G., makes a mess of clearing his lines. Hartley chips through and appears to be taken out but nothing is given, Tigers scramble the ball away to touch. From the lineout Saints move the ball wing to wing and back again. Myler takes the ball on with a dummy and then a sublime pop to Diggin who smashes through Murphy, J., for a try. (I dare you to call that forward Mr. Barnes, I double dare you...don't worry he didn't.) So anyway up steps Myler to finally banish the gremlins and open his account...OH MY GOD! He will never kick this badly again, is the cold air doing funny things to the balls? 10-0
It was only a matter of time before a side of the quality of Tigers got back into the game. They pressed hard and Saints were penalised. Flood kicked this to the corner, and an efficient lineout saw them 15 metres out under the posts. Saints infringed again and Flood kicked the points. 10 -3.
Saints reacted very positively and quickly won the ball back in the Tigers half. They couldn't live with our loose play and the back 5 of the scrum were dominating. Another penalty is awarded and this one looks like my Nan could kick it. Unfortunately it was Myler and not air Iris and Stephen's freaky Saturday continues. At this point it should be pointed out that Myler had a good game, attacking, defending and kicking from hand. Normally we could've, should've would've been out of sight. However, as the song goes, those are the last words of a fool!
More forward dominance from the Saints sees us through 9 phases deep in the Tigers half, Foden half breaks again and the pass is just too low for Downey to go clean through. Then it's Tigers turn. A quick tap by Dupuy gets them into our red zone and another penalty gives Flood another 3 points. 10-6 and the crowd feared Mr Barnes would produce a card, he didn't but it must have been a close run thing.
Approaching half time and Tigers are deep in our half again. Hopley wins a turnover and accidental offside brings the relief of half time. How weird is that, Tigers are gesmudgerated for 30 minutes, the score is 10-6 and half time is a relief. My head was hurting and many around me had already lost their voice.
If the first half lasted 3 blinks then half time seemed to last an eternity. Still the game finally restarts and Tigers start more brightly. Lobbe turns them over after 6 phases and Kruger kicks through for Digger to terrify them once more. Good we're back in the right area. Saints win the ball back but good attacking comes to nothing. Murphy, G., the best Tiger on the park tidies it all up with his usual effortless grace. He has some much time on the ball and is always assured under the high ball, our insistence in kicking to him could on another day have cost us dearly.
The Tigers were coming more and more into the game down the slope, only good defence from Foden and defensive penalties are keeping them out. However Saints rallied again and were fortunate that Flood was engaging in thoughtless kicking from hand. Clarke took a high ball unopposed on halfway and Tigers were fortunate to survive. Mauger relieved Flood of the donkey mantle as he kicked straight out to give Saints a good attacking lineout. Another kick down the middle (bit slow on the uptake really,) went to Foden who fed the aggressive little pepper pot Paul Diggin. Big yards from our local hero saw quick ball go form Dickson through Myler and Hopley to Foden who scorched through to score under the posts. Structural engineers are currently surveying the resulting damage to the Garden's roof! Myler kicked the conversion and the roof was blown off just that little bit more. Suddenly we're dreaming of bonus points.
On 52 minutes the elderly statesman Tom Smith retired to make way for the Tongan monster. No change though Tigers were still in charge of the scrums. At this point the accuracy levels also started to drop. Clarke had a chance of a breakout but spilled forward with Lamont screaming up on the outside. Foden was too clever keeping a penalty in and tigers get a scrum deep in our half. Luckily we win a free kick and can clear the danger.
On 56 minutes there was a defining moment and I was privileged to see it close hand. Murray took poor ball from a standing start and powered forward, his massive thighs pumped on and crucial metres and seconds were gained. Those who like the flash stuff won't notice but we were outnumbered and a turnover would have been very dangerous. For me the match was won in those hard yards.
Into the final quarter and both sides look deservedly tired. Tigers press again and win a penalty in our 22. A quick tap by Dupuy puts Flood in for a try, which he converts and unimaginably it's a four-point match again! In creating the try Dupuy is hit high and late by Hartley, luckily for us we get away without a yellow card. Obviously they'll cite this incident and Dylan will get the entry-level 4 life sentences.
Another good restart sees Saints press again. Monty looks clear through but is pulled back for accidental offside; it's a fair decision by a referee who didn't spoil the game. At this point the match was in the balance and both sides wasted more chances. The miraculous thing was the lack of kickable penalties.
On 71 minutes Dickson was replaced by Reihana with Foden moving to scrum half. It looked like cramp but well played Lee, with all the attention on pop idol, Ben, you were very tidy indeed. Bruce did his usual hard yards and Lamont's resulting chip was just too strong. Tigers opted strangely for a 22 rather than let the ball go dead for a scrum back. The forwards dealt with the kick poorly and Diggin once again saved the day. If he were a fish he'd be a perch, the biggest little fish in the pond!
On 76 minutes Downey came off to deserved ovation to be replaced by Mayor. Not sure why but would guess at sensible time management! Saints secured yet another lineout and decided there was no need for any more heroics. The ball was kept tight and the phases worked as the clock ticked down. Finally a scrum was awarded to the Saints and then a penalty going into the final minute. There was a sensible amount dithering before Myler kicked the ball dead as the jubilant Garden's faithful counted down from 10.
Lardy Barnes predictably gave man of the match to Ben Foden but awesome as he was I can't see how it wasn't a forward. My good mate Nwright (pronounced en-roite,) feels Kruger (pronounced Kray-er,) deserved it and that seems fair to me. However the Mighty Young Joe says Diggin and who am I to disagree?
The players came across to the crowd and they lapped up the adulation. Lobbe's little jig spoke volumes. The Garden's rocked. 13 500? It sounded like a lot more. They appreciated our work and we loved every minute.
Lobbe's little jig spoke volumes
Finally as Joe and I walked back to the car with his second lot of chips he turned to me and said:
"Dad that was brilliant, I loved it, I'd hug you if I could but me hands are full. You could hug me though!"
In the words of a fellow Richard...I'm a lucky man!
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