By David Lowrence
May 13 2013
Well, here we go again – another Semi Final – away, as we came fourth in the “Pool Stages” but hey-ho a trip to a new ground with a new type of pitch but as it is Sarries, no one gives us a scooby. And for once the weather forecasters got it right, rain started pretty well at KO and kept us very wet for the whole match
Firstly the Allianz Park. Those who know me will appreciate that Vicarage road, its environs and its inhabitants never made it to my Z list of grounds to attend. It has coloured much of my thinking and attitude towards Saracens, so it was with a great deal of pleasant surprise that we entered through the gates (somewhat later than we had expected as we had to wait for a players wife and children who were travelling with the supporters. No way were we going to leave without the Manoa’s, either through lack of courtesy or no fear of the consequences! Great to have them, together with Lucy and the little, and not so little, Tonga’uhia’s travelling with the SSC). The ground feels vast, probably due to the running track, and Sarries have made really good use of the open spaces. Some Fine Foods outlets, but the do not have a monopoly (please note AR), augmented by some wonderful Asian food stands, a Tyrolean Schnitzel outlet and a most amazing Citroen van a l’ancienne selling some really good vins a l’ancienne. All very well done, This augmented by a range of Greene King’s finest and the Saracen’s cask ale which was well worth the choice as my single allowed pint for the day. The main bar under the East Stand was noisy, fun and friendly, and the ground's plastic pitch was graced by two very large screens and three sets of new stands, which make the best of the restrictions imposed.
After the obligatory pre match build up (Theme for the day was Verdi – really nice to hear Nabucco, Aida and Rigoletto as a curtain raiser to the match). Your reporter settled in his seat in the West stand to report. Notebook to the fore, I made copious notes of the play in the first half. Unfortunately, every time I opened the book to write up some scintillating piece of action, the rain it raineth every minute on what I had written before. All my diligence to nowt – so you are getting a “from Memory” report.
Saints opened up the first half with what can only be called a “Hats on Wheels” display of powerful pressure rugby. Saracens were never allowed to settle and 25 minutes in Brian Mujati put the ball down over the line from a driving maul. Duly converted, it was followed 5 minutes later by a stonking (a word I used a lot this aft
ernoon) tackle on Chris Ashton (if he wasn’t in the game before, he certainly looked a little boy lost for the rest of the match. I am sure folks will have their say, but I just found it sad.) which with the ball getting to Daisy – set up Jamie Elliot for a steaming run in and touch down. Again converted by Stephen Myler (all you NAWCFH merchants should compare his performance today with that of Owen Farrell, the current Lions FH), the score had reached 0-14 by the half hour, and 0-17 by the end of the half. It was at about this time that it became clear that the drums, which are bashed all afternoon, to provide a commentary to the action, were interfering with the ability of the line out to hear the calls, and it looked as though Mr Hartley was getting rather exercised about it. Taken together with the blowing of hooters as the kicker strikes the ball, and the boing of tries, while this may be “just the way they do things thins round here” I guess it goes to show that while you may be able to take the rugby club out of Vicarage Road, it is probably difficult (in word this week) to take the whole of VR out of the rugby club, as has been discussed on Facebook today.
So, dear reader, imagine my surprise when, following a rather torrid and unusual few minutes, during which Saracens found themselves in the Saints 22 for what was I am sure was the first time in the match, Mr JP Doyle (of whom more later), blew for half time and the Saints were 0-17 in front. Heady and rich stuff indeed. Saints were giving a master class in direct, hard, and unflinching power, to which Saracens seemed to have no response. The tension was palpable; it was not only Jim Mallinder who was thinking of the Heineken Cup final in Cardiff.
Having spent half time in a queue with some I thought Sarries supporters, who vociferously agreed with me that Matf Stevens had been appointed official Buffalo pie taster, they tuned out to be Saints supporters in the Saracens Tabard style rain ponchos anther really good idea from E Griffiths team – (You will note that these comments are most out of character for me, so it must have been impressive).
Back to my seat for the second half, notebook away, soaked, exhilarated and very nervous – those nerves we heightened as the Hosts started to get back into the game.. By now JP Doyle thought he understood what was going on the mauls, and following more puzzling decisions, two quick penalties brought Sarries to 6-17. On about 55 mins Dowson came on to steady the Buffs, and almost immediately GJ Van Velze, who had replaced an injured Courtney Lawes in the first half, was put over for a superb try, by Dickson, who had seen that Ashton was out of position yet again, The tricky conversion was welcomed by the by now, regular chorus of boos from the unwashed at the back of the West Stand. But your correspondent was breathing again – 6-24.
Then followed a poor piece of play by Elliot, in which he got under Farrell, who was in the air. I am sure it was poor positioning, but he and the Saints paid the price with 10 minutes in the bin for the winger, who seems to have scored in almost every match he has played in since his return from injury. This reduction fired up Saracens, and was followed by some of their best play of the afternoon, running hard and strong at `Saints, and culminating in a try to Taylor, converted by Farrell. This reporter was by now very worried, as Jim brought on the replacements in the front row, Waller, Mercey and swapped May for the irrepressible Burrell, and I became concerned we would throw it away. But as the clock ticked down, our little band of supporters in the West Stand became more and more elated. Us – beat the Saracens at home – How very dare we? The score was 13-24 at no side. It was a pleasure to watch a Saints side, given no chance or respect from the likes of S Barnes and the Media, or indeed our resident Eyeore on this site, not only beat our bête noir, but do it comfortably, impressively and with no little style. PJ Doyle, the ref, was mostly harmless, but does need a session with some serious front row coaches in order to understand forward play, but on the whole he was even handed and not pushing his presence on the game. (You see, I must have had a good day!)
So at the end, we have an East Midlands final. Once again we are given no chance against our other neighbours, so Dylan and Jim need to keep the team focussed for 10 days, and be prepared to go and do it again.
Samu Manoa is of course Officially AWESOME!

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