Wednesday night saw the beginning of the second half of the quest for the Holy Grail, again a formidable squad was assembled for the match against Leo Marquad. Without being over confident the boys were expecting a try feast, and the match started that way.

The Nadoes began excellently with the ball being held through numerous phases, mixing it up between forwards and backs like a really well drilled unit. With opponent’s ball in their 22, another fool decided to kick on our Mongoose / Merkat at 15 Jas Elley. After beating a few the ball was recycled and Paki Stanford strolled through a massive hole stepping a few along the way before off loading to Hobbers who dotted down below the poles, and thankfully over the line. ( see later ) 7-0 Nadoes.

After the great start things became very frustrating, the team struggled for continuity and some dodgy reffing allowed the game to drift through some really dead patches. Talking about dead, one has to mention the fact that Paki Stanford held onto the Big Lick Award with another massive hit. No spice, he honestly stopped the poor fullback DEAD, a sickening blow which nobody wants to be on the receiving end of. Paki stood up nodded his head, cracked a rye smile and high fived a few blokes knowing the Big Lick was his for another week. Big Bad Brad Brown did pull off a try saving tackle just before the half but unfortunately could not take away the trophy.

On the stroke of half time a blindside move was almost rounded off by Hobbers, but being “the mole “and calling it a blindside move must have triggered something and our good man scored on the 5 yard line, comic moment of the match. Almost as funny as the Iron Giants poes klap.

There was a lot of frustration at the half time chat, but it was possibly all the boys needed, just to slow things down and start again. Lesson learned, after scoring early we have to start again do the basics and the rest will happen. The Nadoes clicked immediately with a big hit from G off the restart. Some classic Nadoes play followed with tries from Shaun Kerry, after more good work from our Donkey, Brett Wilko who showed gas and class to round off a scintilating passage of play. Our resident model/ international man of mystery not quite the muscles from Brussels but heading there anyway, Augustin Pichot got the bonus point try from a typically incisive run. The Nadoes trooped off satisfied but by no means over the moon about the game. Job done bonus point and no injuries.

I have to mention our young debutant, Jono Snaith, who played a blinder in the second half. Jono comes from the Nadoes stables where Elley racing has been grooming him for stardom, he showed good pace ( more than Neal “got reeled “ Quayle ) some crunching tackles and above all the excitement of playing-for the Nadoes of course.

Long faces may have been the order of the day, but in true Nadoes spirit the boys chirped up when the Mitchells bus pulled into the changeroom. What ensued was pure Nadoes madness, and when Paul Bake Bean pulled in with 3 extra cases the singing reached Rio Carnival levels and the lads going off to every song in the book. Anyone present would no doubt have realized that nobody knows what it’s like to be a Nadoe, a fucking Tornadoe…Ucha cha.