Just on trials, stories I've probably told in years gone by but still good for a bump. In the early 80's I took a damn good business houses GF winning team to the boondocks past Campbelltown for a trial. We were a feared take no prisoners pub team from Parramatta, full of 'could've-been top graders but hated training' types
We rocked up on the Sat morning ready to inflict damage on the locals only to be told they thought it was supposed to be on Sunday. Their leader said they couldn't possibly play because they'd have Fri night hangovers to which I said so f**king what, my mob always play with hangovers.
Believe you me the team I brought badly needed a new season trial of some sort so the local chief drove the streets looking for anyone willing to throw on some boots. In the end this rag tag Battlestar Gallactica team beat my mob by two tries, thank f**k I told them on the way home the opposition weren't prepared
Maybe the same year, from shaky memory, I had a call from the Parra Police saying their GF winning team wanted a trial, would we be interested. Fmd, I had about 30 blokes begging me to play, normally I'd be lucky to get a full team
Unfortunately for the constabulary the game was played at night on Richie Benaud oval, shithouse lighting and hard to see what went on in the middle of the field. We won the game and the fight, our Halfback did a Raudonikis on theirs, broken jaw I think and our Forwards wreaked havoc . . . not sure how the cops went that year
The next week a few of the boys were in the pub across from the copshop, through the barman they dedicated 'Born To Be Wild' on the jukebox to the few battered opposition sitting at a table. Anyway, the point is trials can be fraught with danger even with the best intentions