Willow Cup :: Souths vs Ninjas :: Round 1

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  1. Drew-Sta

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    Game Thread:
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    Kick Off: Sunday 24th Feb 2013 (6:00pm AEST)
    Full Time: Sunday 10th March 2013 (Fulltime is at midnight)
    Referee: LeagueNut
    Venue: Redfern Oval

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    Souths are ready to go one better in this Willow Cup campaign. Props to soc123_au for making his Forum 7's debut!

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  3. soc123_au

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    soc123_au with a maiden hit out for the Rabbits.

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    My Addiction

    Nearly six months have passed since I was clean, but the time is approaching when temptation will once again be breathing down my neck. The first month was fairly easy; as winter drew to an end my mind was occupied with other thoughts. As is usually the case my indiscretions were ended prematurely despite my hopes our liaisons would last a few weeks longer.

    Spring arrived and my thoughts still steadfastly diverted away from my mistress, pain of our parting still fresh in my mind, I tried to avoid reminders of our end. In the following weeks I saw others similarly afflicted fall from grace, they too with that look in their eyes, screaming “Not again, not again”

    As spring moved into summer the feeling that something was missing from my life seemed to grow stronger. I tried to find something to fill the void. Throwing down greasy pieces of Chicken, fixated on a little red ball, analysing if things would be better “short of a length” provided some distraction. Late nights with a bowl of chips listening to the primal grunts of Eastern European women, while amusing and somewhat arousing, still failed to quench my desires.

    As I struggled through trying to deal with my addiction I found myself seeking out the company of others with similar issues. Talking about it just made things worse as it bought back the memories of the highs but without the thrill that comes with being in the moment. Action needed to be taken. An affair with another seemed the only solution. I tried to forge a new relationship with beer and Eastern European men. The beer certainly helped, but the prancing, the diving and shin grabbing left me cold. I would wake the morning after feeling somehow unclean. I felt as though I had just slept with my sister. Sure it gets the job done, but it’s just wrong.

    Looking for something a little more masculine and armed with a fist full of hot dogs I head to the ring. Watching two men in gloves and boots dancing about and embracing is not the answer. Back to the TV and I hear the name Tiger, my senses sharpen momentarily until I realise it is a bloke hitting a ball with a stick.

    By now we are into the New Year and I know my salvation is not too far away. I have survived four months, surely I can last a few more. Now the media are starting to write stories and speculate on the year ahead. I keep abreast of the news but my mind is firmly on the prize. The announcements have been made in regards to scheduling. I now know the date and time this agony will end. The anticipation builds as I know we will be reunited soon.

    The day arrives when I will get a little taste of what lies ahead. The familiar sounds wash over me as I increase the volume on the TV. The bickering of two old men is music to my ears. The man from the Chinese takeaway delivers my bounty. The whistle sounds and I feel a calm rush over me. Sadly it is a false dawn; the doorbell rings as a neighbour pops over for a chat. The kids are arguing and things just don’t feel like they should. Too soon it is all over; I feel incomplete, a small fix, but not what I need. I feel like a junkie that has grown tired of methadone, needing the real thing.

    The next few weeks, more methadone, keeping up with the results of trials, checking injury lists and finding out about last minute signings. It keeps the cravings at bay but it is still not the hit I desire.

    It is now only a few days away - so close I can feel it. When that Sunday finally arrives I will be united with my love. I play it over in my head, the drive to Centrebet Stadium. Waving my members pass at the gate, seeing familiar faces, all with looks of hope that this year will last a few weeks longer. Trembling with excitement I follow my usual ritual.

    The time has come and the players run onto the field. As the whistle sounds I bite into my lukewarm pie. As the bright red sauce runs down my arm I close my eyes for just a moment to savour. Ah, heaven, the best damn maggot bag I have ever tasted!

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  4. jamesgould

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    When is fulltime? The tenth of March is a Sunday.
     
  5. Monk

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    Full-time is the Sunday the 10th.
     
  6. joshie

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    Ninjas run out onto the field


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    3. Eozsmiles

    4. Joshie (Captain)
    5. Russel Crowe's Band
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  8. Monk

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    Monk runs onto the field for Souths first hit out of the year.

    703 Words under the jersey.

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    Bondi Blues (rated M for mature audiences)

    I wanted to launch my fist through the dorky little smirk that had laid itself across his stupid face. I don’t care if he was my best mate. I’ll send him back to the dark ages before his club even existed. That’ll teach him. I hadn’t said a word to him yet but I knew what he was going to say. Every bloody person for the last two days did the same thing; walk over, dial up the most gut wrenchingly obvious smirk they can and plant it on their worthless gob, this was followed by a feeble attempt crack a joke at my expense. How about I crack my knee up through their jaw? How can they laugh at me when they have no jaw?

    “Oh, look at me, I follow a team with a winning record, the sun shines out through my ass, I’ve even cleared a spot on my nightstand for my teams 2013 Premiership Trophy.”

    You know how many damns I give about your team’s performance in Round 1? The answer is exactly zero. I give zero damns. So take your annoying smug attitude and ditch it at the door before I shove it so far down your windpipe you will be stuck speaking like Darren Lockyer till the day you decide to croak it.

    My mated continued walking over, smirk getting wider and stupider by the second. Completely unaware he was about to be missing his jaw. My eyes were half fixed on his brand new jersey, half fixed on the bloke walking behind him with a tray full of beers whose eyes were fixed on the telly instead of where he was walking. I willed the Beers to spill off the tray but the man was well trained in the art of Beer-balancing. Today would not be the day my mate got what he deserved. He walked up to me, punched me in the arm and laughed.

    “So, how about them Roosters? Quite the showing on Thursday night”

    He knew the words would sting even though I was expecting them. He at least had the courtesy to spot me a Beer to continue my sorrow drowning. Though by this point I was sure my sorrows were able to breathe under water (or rather, under beer). As the night progressed I endured the countless barrages of Rooster-related jokes. Without giving too much away the Roosters on-field performance on Thursday night was likened to my Roosters performance every night. It was a tough night which made me thankful for Beer.

    As you can see, all I’ve been eating for the past few days is a bucket of grapes which are well past their ‘best before’ date. They may be slightly on the rancid side but I’ve been craving football for the past five blooming months. My hopes were sky high and only Felix Baumgartner could rival the glory this season would bring. Alas during my sky high jump I found my chute to be slashed, I had been betrayed. All I had left was a lonely fall back down to Earth. The ditch I spent the last two seasons huddled up in was waiting for me.

    As I sat in the darkness of my bedroom, eyes fixated on a black spot which sat on the ceiling. I pondered the events of the week which had just passed and I felt at peace. Sure there were still games to be played, but did I really care about their outcome? Nope. As my eyes were about to shut on the awful reality which I had been forsaken to, my bloody phone went off. The noise was so loud I was jolted awake from what was sure to be a beautiful slumber, thus I was forced to check my phone.

    “f**k the Dragons got raped! I now know how you feel.”

    The pain my mate was going through cheered me up greatly. I had someone who understood the excruciating sadness of supporting a woeful team. This is what mates are for. I let him know his words were heard and appreciated as only a mate could.

    “So, how about them Dragons? Enjoy the spoon merkin.”
     
  9. Russell Crowe's Band

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    Raiderslime!

    You know what I'm most excited about this season?

    It's the return of an old favourite. Something from my childhood that has long been missing. I have all the Batman the Animated series on my PC so it can't be that and I'm fairly certain i can miss the latest Die Hard instalment.

    So what is it?

    Yep. Thanks to Canberra Milk, Raiders Lime is back!

    This was my drink of choice in the early 90's. To be fair i was under 5 when the Raiders last won the premiership and the Drink was in vogue.
    It surprised in the years after that many people didn't actually like it. It was referred to as Raiderslime….Yet I was a fan and was distraught when it was taken off the market.

    quite a savvy move by the company to bring back the product with the team poised to actually do something this season.

    The Raiders can contend this season.I'm serious. Actually contend. I know we have heard this before but i think Canberran's can feel genuine optimism when taking the trip to Bruce Stadium this season.
    The way that the draw works out with the majority of their home games back ended into the season, if Canberra are anywhere near mid table come Origin 3 this author foresees another Raiders late season surge. Coming home with a wet sale ala last season. They could even crack it into the top 4 of they start strongly this season against the likes of Penrith, St George and The Sonny Bill Roosters.

    There is a lot to get excited about the Raiders this season and the community is embracing it. Membership sales are solid. I have seen more Raiders caps than usual at this time of year on my lunch breaks and Canberra is in generally a feel good mood thanks to the Centeniary. It's also important to consider that The Raiders need to do well this season for a multitude of reasons.

    Firstly civic pride. Canberra holds the Baseball Championship and between the Capitals, Canberra FC in the W League, The Raiders and The Brumbies the city has seen its fair share of success. However if the Raiders were to get right back up there it would be massive. They were the talk of the town in the 80's and 90's and to be honest have never had the same impact since Superleague.

    Another reason to do well is if they win more than they lose and play attractive footy Channel Nine might let them on their free to air telecasts. Maybe.

    The Raiders fans have been suffering for a while without a premiership and the team has not resonated the same as it did in the glory years. This current crop of young talent have the best chance to truly contend in years. There is some fantastic talent in the Raiders team this year and the team is building into something really exciting.

    The team also has external pressures from other clubs in the region that a successful season would definitely ease.

    The Giants are growing here in Canberra. I see it. They are definitely gaining a foothold albeit a small one. We like an event here in canberra and Giants games are a bit of an event. Like a comedy show outdoors in the cold.They may be dead ordinary but their publicity is strong and they got 8 thousand to their trial game which is huge for them.

    The Brumbies are genuine contenders again. So much so that they have brought George Smith back from the dead (or Japanese Rugby?) for a shot at the title. They dispatched the Folautahs this evening with ease and even scored the magic four try's needed to make Rugby Union watchable.

    The Raiders need to win the hearts and minds in a town that whilst we enjoy the we are'nt die hards. Canberra is a fickle beast at the best of times and the Raiders have not truly challenged for a premiership since 1996. Last season the team made the finals and played attractive footy but ultimately i don't think were ever a serious title dance.

    This season provides the greatest test for David Furner. Some have been fairly critical of Furner and the club in general thanks to mixed results. David is the CEO's brother and the Son of inaugural coach and Raiders stalwart Don Furner. Will the milk curdle? Or will champaign be replaced by glorious green milk come October?
     
  10. jamesgould

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    jamesgould for the Ninjas.

    Inside the Mind of Sonny Bill Williams

    On Thursday night, in the first NRL game of the season, and Sonny Bill Williams’ first match of rugby league since 2008, viewers that tuned into Channel Nine’s coverage of the match were privileged to hear SBW’s thoughts before he headed onto the field.

    In the 27th minute, as he stood on the sideline, Williams pondered: “How am I going to meet this? I can either freeze, or I can just walk through it. I can get the jitterbugs and be nervous, hold back, or I can meet the confrontation head on. That’s what I’m going to do. When you get out there, just go looking for the ball. Go looking for some tackles, go looking for some work, the one percenters. Just try and keep things as simple as I can – that’s what I’m thinking.”

    As Souths scored in the 30th minute, we delved further into Sonny’s psyche, as he pondered his first touch: “Don’t worry about the offload, just get a win in the tackle. That’s what I’m thinking. The offload will come if I make a dent in the defence. Watch out for Roy Asotasi’s shoulder – shimmy shimmy left left right.”

    However, due to a cassette tape mishap at Channel Nine, we were not privy to as many of Sonny Bill Williams’ musings as was originally intended. Here now, for the first time, we present the full unexpurgated contemplations.

    In the 32nd minute, he took his first run – a surge that left him a few metres from the tryline. SBW thought: “So close, and yet so far! How can it be, the distance between me and the intention, between glory and failure, can be so little as a few strands of pasture? Were I to but step one way rather than the other, should I be considered a hero?”

    Video analysis shows Williams quickly cast aside his philosophising and played the ball.

    In the 35th minute, Sonny made a run, only to turn and release his first offload since returning to the game! Inside his mind, he reflected on this fine pass: “As the ball leaves my fingers, I feel a shiver down my spine. Were I to flick my fingers one way, the ball may travel twisted and askew from its apparent destination. Should I grasp the ball secure, depriving the minions of their pleasure? No, I shall release my offload – like a newborn, it will find its way. Not without heartache, not without anguish, but it shall find its way.”

    With only a minute remaining in the half, Souths received a line drop-out. Sam Burgess returned the kick, steamrolling SBW in the process. The following ran through Sonny’s mind: “My head hits the turf – where am I? Such a blow! Such a clash! Truly we are modern gladiators! The collision harks back to the stone-age. The eternal struggle - the civilised man against his truly base instincts. For this period, the animal shall emerge. And they shall love it! I hear the cries! They applaud ... as they should. For they crave the bloodlust.”

    Souths carried a 16-4 lead into the halftime break, and had extended that lead to 28-4 by the 75th minute. However, then a good return for Williams became a truly great one, as he ran off a Frank-Paul Nu’uausala pass to score. SBW’s mind was racing during this moment of pure joy, but here is what he was thinking: “Ha! The prodigal son returns! As thy cast oneself aside, they shall welcome thy back to thine bosom! The withering opponent cannot pretend themselves worthy of containing a force such as thyself. I shall place the ball – on the grass, as is the custom. Running around to preface an easier kick? Not in thy nature!”

    Despite Sonny’s self salutations, the final result remained a 28-10 loss to the Roosters. As the media strived to get an interview with the great man at the conclusion of the match, one scribe asked what it was like returning to rugby league. Williams considered inside his head: “Only with great sacrifice comes great glory. Tonight was the beginning of truly glorious and grand proceedings! By seasons end, I shall be coroneted, marched down the high street to exaltation from the under class!”

    His spoken reply of “In rugby I was kicking stones with the pretty boys” was a more gracious choice.

    However, these thoughts do reveal plenty – Sonny Bill Williams, we salute you! You are both a scholar, and a gentleman!

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  11. eozsmiles

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    Every Week


    The dressing room before a match is sobering. Emotion bubbles and boils against the hardnosed realities of playing football. The fragility of a player's mind and body is constantly tested. Preparation is approached systematically, both mentally and physically. Nothing is left to chance although risks are always taken. Military context is prevalent. Individuals must be managed and micro-managed to a peak, whittled to a fine point.

    The small room is cold when the players enter, but the air quickly becomes thick with the body heat of twenty five men and the burning scent of Dencorub. The rooms are all the same. They are cold with concrete, metal, and cheap carpet. Regimented, soulless, unforgiving. Everything is here for a reason. Every man in this room is chosen to be here for a reason. It seems overcrowded but there is no surplus, no fat. Everyone is in this room because they have a job to do.

    Heavy minds fill with aggression, hate, and expectation. And also fear. They will all fear failure and expect some pain. Some will fear the pain. They hate those that will inflict it. There is hate for the people trying to make them fail. It is not permanent or personal. There will be seventeen new enemies next week. The hate and aggression is a cultured frenzy, designed to quell the tempest of doubt and fear inside some players. Confidence is priceless. Coaching staff are happy to manufacture it. False hope is better than no hope. People wouldn't put themselves through the next eighty minutes if they didn't have some hope.

    Physiques that ripple with muscle are often at breaking point. A steady hand forces a needle into bruised and scarred tissue. Fierce and piercing as it breaks the skin, it quickly becomes numb and distant. Each beat of the heart drags pain and vulnerability from the mind. This is the goal of the local anaesthetic. To fool the mind into thinking the body is strong.

    Strapping tape screams as it is ripped. It is an essential part of the team. Players wince as it is wrenched around joints and muscles. Joints and muscles that are unable to support themselves. It is a guardian, holding hinges and pulleys of bone and flesh in place for the obligatory assault. Shoulders, knees, fingers. Five day old stitches are pointlessly wrapped. Within minutes they will be torn and weeping again, soaking up dew and dirt through cloth and glue. These bodies can't be trusted. The player's determination can be trusted. It can be trusted to push his body to its limit. He won't stop until it bleeds, writhes, bends, snaps. And that is the problem. For all the work that has been put into it and for all the outward strength it exudes, once he leaves this room his body can't be trusted not to break.

    We see the result of this on the edge of the throng. The hollow faces. The slumped shoulders, slings, and crutches. Suits, club ties, and plaster casts. Impeccably presented but temporarily broken. Unable to battle they feel impotent. A stark and simple sign of the powerlessness that can define a career.

    The authority of the coach's voice rises above all else as it bounces off hard walls. Like a father handing out chores, he leaves no doubt that these tasks must be fulfilled. He is held in reverence by his troops. The players know he cares as much as them. Encouraging, protective, and stern.

    With minutes to go eyes stare and spin. Some look hard. None look soft. All are aware of what is to come yet are willing. Some look wanting. Within minutes men in this room will be limping, bleeding, perhaps unconscious. And still they beg to take part.

    The once clean floor is spoilt with water and spit. Studs scratch the concrete. Palms slap and grip. Quiet reassurance. Adrenalin starts to rush. Two deep breaths are replaced by a gulp. Legs twitch. The captain provides calm and focused words as they assemble, single file. It's a moment between the controlled intensity of the sheds and the violent cauldron of the arena. The tunnel is a hive of activity but it is in the periphery, unseen. Hoots and howls reverberate both from and towards the light. Crisp breeze is sucked into the players faces and steam rises from their backs. The time has arrived. The players psyche has reached fever pitch. It has to be to do what they do.
     
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  12. byrne_rovelli_fan82

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    byrne_rovelli_fan82 for the Bunnies.

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    Can’t tackle!

    Do you know that song, done by former Aussie fast bowler Brett Lee and his brother, forgot the band’s name but I can just vaguely recall the one song I heard from them. I think it was named…

    ‘Can’t bowl, can’t throw’

    Well I think I’ve got a slight variation for the name to make it just that little bit more relevant to rugby league I like to call it

    ‘Can’t kick, can’t tackle’

    That might seem a little silly but is it really? As a fan of league I’ve seen moments where despite a player’s obvious talent and amazing skill set, the one area they always seem to fall down is their most basic of skills.
    It does astound me how the basics can be so easily forgotten by these players.
    To me it is of absolutely no use; even if ‘they are the best player in the world’ based on some fluky statistics and a ‘special moment’.

    Example: In league circles we all know what the likes of Slater, Barba, Stewart, Locke and many others do. They score brilliant breath-taking tries and defend their line to the very stretches of their abilities. However in the last few years their actual ability to ‘defend their line’ has been brought into question. It used to be a case of them going after the attacking player at full speed, wrap their arms around them and take them down. Pretty standard though at times can be difficult to execute. These days they appear to have forgone the basic tackling techniques and are now using dangerous sliding leg and feet first tackles, purposely throwing their elbows and shoulders and any other body part they can use. These fullbacks aren’t the only guilty party their fellow wingers, centre, halves and forwards are also emulating similar tactics.

    Since the new and improved ways to tackle have appeared it is little surprise to see attacking players finding gaps in the defending teams’ lines and the defending teams’ players tiring quicker.
    Nevertheless there is hope for the future of tackling. The shoulder charge is gone and now hopefully players will spend less time on going for a huge hit and go back to doing what they do best. Tackle.
    I recall a few years ago a current player, (at the time) talking about the techniques of tackling; and how the margin of error is so small (because of head high shots) that their techniques had to be spot on. Let’s hope it will return to those days.

    Kicking is another area I feel has fallen apart in the game. Sure the game is blessed with lots of halves and hookers and players in other position with great kicking ability but that is not enough. Too often kicks are going aimlessly in the air in any old direction. There’s no thought process behind it anymore. From time to time we may see a tactical kick for field position and all that but the rest of the time the ball goes up and floats around and drops. Sometimes it lands in space but most times it’s in the hands of the opposition. We hear it all the time during the broadcast of games, when a team doesn’t kick well they make life tough for themselves. They don’t put any pressure and instead just paddle along helplessly.
    This I believe is what really separates rugby league from rugby union. In Union kicking is paramount. It wins and loses games. Yet there are people out there who hate it because they think all this kicking is boring and has no excitement. Here’s the catch though without smart tactical kicking running rugby wouldn’t have the same effect. Tries scored wouldn’t have the same impact as they do when set up properly.

    Example: The game the Warriors played vs Penrith and won 12-6 with no scores in the 2nd half. The second of the two tries scored by the Warriors came off a brilliant kick.

    So no matter what anyone says about the kickers in the NRL the bottom line is, they need to start using better judgement and decision-making before they throw any old wobbly kick into the breeze to go along with better effective tackles. Their not here just to make up the numbers they’re here to entertain us their here to answer our desires.
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  13. byrne_rovelli_fan82

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    I miss the full time clock :)
     
  14. Monk

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    Four articles Ninjas? That's a bit ambitious.
     
  15. jamesgould

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    Easy win to us, four vs three. :p
     
  16. LeagueNut

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    Hi folks - marks will be done for this one by Wednesday at the latest.
     
  17. Monk

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    Cheers Nutty
     
  18. joshie

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    Sorry for that. A bit of a misunderstanding in the locker room for the Willow Cup and that was my fault as captain but can we omit RCB's article and go with the line up referee?
     
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    OK, here we go...

    Rabbitohs

    soc123_au
    My Addiction (750 words)
    Not the most original idea for an article but still enjoyable – it made me laugh a few times and that’s always a good sign.
    Score = 77

    Monk
    Bondi Blues (704 words)
    Plenty of good analogies in this one – an enjoyable read and a satisfying finish.
    Score = 81

    byrne_rovelli_fan82
    Can’t tackle! (726 words)
    Some interesting points but I felt they weren’t clearly made. A number of grammatical errors let you down in this one.
    Score = 71


    Ninjas

    gUt
    NRL witch “doing a great job” (714 words)
    Very odd, but it works. Can we set her onto the Queenslanders at Origin time please?
    Score = 80

    jamesgould
    Inside the Mind of Sonny Bill Williams (750 words)
    A very creative interpretation of what’s going on inside his head. It’s funnier if you try to read it in his voice as well.
    Score = 86

    eozsmiles
    Every Week (749 words)
    A very promising debut article. Some of the fragmented sentences made it difficult to follow but still an enjoyable read.
    Score = 87


    Result: Ninjas 253 defeated Rabbitohs 229

    POTM: eozsmiles (Ninjas) :clap:

    Congrats to all for an enjoyable match, and an extra thumbs up to the debutants - hope you stick around for long F7s careers. :thumn
     
  20. Drew-Sta

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    Well done both sides! Congrats Ninja's and commiserations Souths.

    I'll whack the next match threads up soon.

    Newtown vs Souths - a battle of the foundation teams!
     

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