Staff vs 6th form Rugby.
Good old Birkenhead Institute.
Every year end there would be a friendly match between staff and first xv. Most of the staff regarded the game as a grand old jape, an enjoyable run around, followed by a convivial evening at local hostelry to say farewell to those pupils who were leaving. We boys felt much the same. An opportunity to get one over on the teachers, but also the thrill of going to the pub as adults and on equal terms with the grown ups.

The year I left, though, Mr Croker had other ideas.
Croker was one of the games teachers and he clearly liked the idea of winding us all up. So, before the game, as we were getting ready, Mr Croker strolls into our changing room and starts the routine.
"We'll go easy on you, lads, don't worry"
"Just let us know if we are tackling too hard"
"We will stop at 100, promise, give you a go"
"the ambulance is here"
All the old Billy Bollocks.

Thing is, the daft cunt pulls a muscle as he is running out onto the pitch and misses both the game and the pub afterwards.

the end.
(hiraeth SPACE £19.99. I say yer buy one yer get one free, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 13:27, Reply)