Match Report
Saints Legends v The Rest of the World
(or something like that)
BY Rupert M'duck
In order to absorb the unique atmosphere of the event and with the intention of gaining some appreciation of the milieu characteristic of the common supporters of Northampton Rugby football club I took station in the notorious C bloc.
Two teams were to play out the afternoons entertainment one was to consist of former Saints players while other was to comprise a bouillabaisse of internationals and those who have taken the management shilling.
Your reporter and many others were confused by the fact that all of the players on each side appeared to be called T Smith . The ubiquity of this presence was only partially relieved by one team playing in red and the other in green.

We are of course aware as we write this report that many will have thought that the premier events of the day were taking place elsewhere in games involving the tatterdemalion clad clowns from the Stoop contesting honours with a team of one Irishman and a lot of others - or the public school dropouts from Jane Austin's favourite wetlands in their hapless struggle against the East Midlands second best team.
No - not at all for the most scintillating demonstration of rugby football was taking place in front of eyes at the former bear pit that is Franklins Gardens.
No other game that this reporter has witnessed has displayed such a plethora of tries or such example of ball handling skills - intelligent but risqué passing and athletic prowess as was on show for those fortunate enough to be there.
Some outstanding examples of skill and determination are worthy of individual mention. Thorneycroft H was a running marvel whose silky side steps and blithe body swerves mesmerised his opponents and the crowd. Bateman A belied his slight stature and greying hair with thunderous tackles while Fox D and Jorgenson P seemed to be permanently on course for the try line.
Not all was sweetness and light, however , Malinder J displayed a reckless attitude running madly at the opposition while West D will be lucky to avoid a midnight visit from the citing commissioners after his ill judged jostling of the referee Mr Rowden.
The less said about Grayson P whose pathetic attempt at a penalty goal showed that he needs to be taken in hand under the tutelage of good coach.
A word about the referee Mr A Rowden of the RFU. This man had clearly no idea what he was doing and within ten minutes of the game starting had clearly lost control of the game - missing knock ons - forward passes and yet content to arbitrarily show yellow card to the crows.
The result was however never in doubt - Smith T had a wonderful game - scored all the tries and was unequivocally man of the match.
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