Tomorrow is our last training this year. Winter sessions at Katedralskolan haven't been well visited but enough to play some touch and get sweaty. One rookie even said training with few people was preferable, no need to disturb a big bunch of people with basic questions and consistently dropping the ball. I think in general these touch sessions have been helpful for new people to practise some easy ball handling and staying onside - but some more pedagogic than others.
A question has arisen whether our men's team actually has an outspoken game plan or if Uppsala simply favours improvisation? Considering the large number of players practising DIY rugby I'd say the latter is more probable. A fair few people seem to think there's no point in passing the ball, which is fair enough - we all love the ball. But they are also reluctant to take the contact. If their road is shut, they'll go left, stop, go backwards, go right and basically anywhere as long as they can. Do I really need to mention where the support is by this point? (Offside, confused and standing still is a good guess.)
Against an unorganised defense this still has a chance of working of course. We all know about players in different teams here that usually scores after a solo performance. However, my opinion is that no team can afford to field more than a couple of players with that kind of creativity. Not knowing where the hell your teammate is going will effectively prevent you from planning ahead your next phases. You can just hope to win the ruck, go from a stand still and play a slow ball. Again.
This sort of play during winter touch confuses all the new players. We tell them to go forward no matter what, but that isn't what they see. How will they learn if we don't follow our own instructions? Choose a running line and stick with it. Yeah right!
onsdag 14 december 2011
måndag 12 december 2011
Not your average thursday
As a member of a club within the big, cosy community of the Swedish rugby union you might from time to time be asked to step up. (Ta en för laget så att säga.) I'm not talking about throwing yourself head first towards someone else's studs to make a try-saving tackle, nor about drawing five defenders and offloading the ball microseconds before getting smashed and breaking a few ribs in the process while your winger scores points and glory. During winter season the most heroic thing you can do for your team is to prove how wholesome and pure our club is. This you do by peeing in a cup when you get a visit from the Swedish Doping Board (a better name would maybe have been Swedish Anti-doping board, but what do I know?)
Last thursday four players were picked to participate in said event, all four evidently dried out after an hours touch rugby without water break. Let's just say it took some time. Some were more annoyed than others and complained loudly about swedish way of doing things - maybe because he only managed to squeeze out 3 of the required 90 ml? For all I know he might still be there...
This isn't him!
Last thursday four players were picked to participate in said event, all four evidently dried out after an hours touch rugby without water break. Let's just say it took some time. Some were more annoyed than others and complained loudly about swedish way of doing things - maybe because he only managed to squeeze out 3 of the required 90 ml? For all I know he might still be there...
This isn't him!
måndag 21 november 2011
P is for party
Don't worry, I'm more responsible than I get credit for said my co-host the day before the fantabulous shenanigans of 2011, obviously sensing me getting fidgety. The gap between someone obsessed with detailed perfection and someone sporting a laissez-faire attitude has never been bigger.
However, as the staff showed up on time, the caterer delivered and there was enough booze to keep a whole rugby club happy I could relax a little. Speeches were held, food was eaten and people seemed happy - after a surprising family grand slam during the awards ceremony one could even say caution was thrown out the window...I (and most others) hit the bar.
KG showed his skills on the dance floor like every year, the band was awesome and the bartender was working hard. No wonder love and lust was in the air. I think no annual party has produced more pictures of people making out with slash picking up random people. A reliable source discovered something quite curious in relation to this - all four Beggos use the same kissing technique! Now I don't even like to speculate in how such a phenomenon could have happened...
Slightly tipsy (haha) I sent the barman home at 4am, and spent the next half hour repeatedly falling off my bike due to hitting the curb or being run into by Best tackler of 2011 - the other one, that is! =) The last thought running through my head as my forehead slammed down on the pillow was I'll never be able to sleep while the room is spinning...
About two seconds later the alarm went off. Feeling like roadkill I put some clothes on and cycled - still relatively unsteady - back to clean up together with a few other heroes. When the red wine was gone from the floors (and walls, tables, sound system...) the annual party of 2011 was officially over. Can't wait for next year!
onsdag 9 november 2011
annual party
Expect mayhem as usual. Apart from that: just testing my new blog app...
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onsdag 12 oktober 2011
Disappointed!
Of course I was looking forward to the feeling of Uppsala Rugby on tour, the extra training, the position-specific tactics I was gonna learn and the rugby world cup final we were gonna watch together... But hey, most of all I was looking forward to some back row tips from Sunday Times Sportswoman of the year 2010! Damn it.
UPDATE: after complaints from someone not getting it, I feel the need to clarify. I'm still going to the training camp in Vänersborg. Maggie Alphonsi isn't.
UPDATE: after complaints from someone not getting it, I feel the need to clarify. I'm still going to the training camp in Vänersborg. Maggie Alphonsi isn't.
fredag 7 oktober 2011
Uppsala ladies on TV
Got quite excited when rugby people started sharing a link on fb...local tv coverage of a training doesn't happen every day you know. Have a look HERE if you want to see some Uppsala mauling and a blonde little captain explaining that we like to bosh the crap out of people...
Looking forward to our team meeting tonight where we can focus together and maybe even have a good time while we're at it =)
Looking forward to our team meeting tonight where we can focus together and maybe even have a good time while we're at it =)
onsdag 5 oktober 2011
Rucka skiten!
Nice session yesterday! I claim credit for one black eye, some extremely non-pedagogical intructions (No no no NO!, not as good as someone else's Försvinn! though) and sleeping with the assistant coach. Can anyone beat that?
tisdag 4 oktober 2011
TV crew
Allegedly there'll be a TV crew and a photographer from the local paper down at training tonight. I hope everyone is planning to wear their best rugby gear, intricate braids and an unhealthy amount of make up - since those are the most important factors in rugby!
Or maybe we can go like this: Rugby for models
Is all PR really good PR?
Or maybe we can go like this: Rugby for models
Is all PR really good PR?
torsdag 29 september 2011
ET phone home!
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Just a quick hello to our players in exile, I know you're out there and that you're still thinking about us! I hope some of you will be back for next year - it's gonna be a good one...
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Just a quick hello to our players in exile, I know you're out there and that you're still thinking about us! I hope some of you will be back for next year - it's gonna be a good one...
tisdag 27 september 2011
But who needs eyes to swallow!?
After a fair amount of desperate tackling, of kicking and screaming, cheating (you know of whom I speak), running like a fucking nutjob, making all sorts of stupid decisions and eventually going insane with rage, Uppsala ladies made it to the final and Enköping did not. Celebrations were in order.
A combined victory/40th birthday dinner took place at the club, where our very own comedian (west coast born and bred) entertained with a disturbing story about a frog. The musical Bergvall sisters sang the sad story about a drunken ant and our faithful bartender smiled weakly as he mixed the 10th Screaming orgasm in a row.
As the hours went by, some of us realised that paying the entrance fee to Flustret wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, it was the best idea ever! But not even 3 hours of dancing could help get rid of the built-up tension from the game, and the 40+ white trash woman picking a fight in the queue to the coat room was suddenly facing not just the skinny bitch who pushed her (quote) but rather half a drunken rugby team with black eyes and bloody scratches. She left.
Cheers babes!
A combined victory/40th birthday dinner took place at the club, where our very own comedian (west coast born and bred) entertained with a disturbing story about a frog. The musical Bergvall sisters sang the sad story about a drunken ant and our faithful bartender smiled weakly as he mixed the 10th Screaming orgasm in a row.
As the hours went by, some of us realised that paying the entrance fee to Flustret wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, it was the best idea ever! But not even 3 hours of dancing could help get rid of the built-up tension from the game, and the 40+ white trash woman picking a fight in the queue to the coat room was suddenly facing not just the skinny bitch who pushed her (quote) but rather half a drunken rugby team with black eyes and bloody scratches. She left.
Cheers babes!
onsdag 21 september 2011
Assistant coach
Did anyone else feel bad after training yesterday? I know I did.
At the moment we have a fair amount of reasonably new or even first time players. At training yesterday we didn't have time to answer any of their questions properly - at least that's how I felt. We're all very eager to train, do the excercises well and focus on the game on saturday - and noone can spare the time to explain why we're doing some of the stuff we do. Do this, and then this! But why? What are we simulating with this excercise and which rules are behind it?
My point is this, we need another assistant coach. I think I'd be a win-win if we could split into two groups - one for explaining rules and practising basic passing and tackling, one for working on this weekends game plan and match preparations.
That's all, folks.
At the moment we have a fair amount of reasonably new or even first time players. At training yesterday we didn't have time to answer any of their questions properly - at least that's how I felt. We're all very eager to train, do the excercises well and focus on the game on saturday - and noone can spare the time to explain why we're doing some of the stuff we do. Do this, and then this! But why? What are we simulating with this excercise and which rules are behind it?
My point is this, we need another assistant coach. I think I'd be a win-win if we could split into two groups - one for explaining rules and practising basic passing and tackling, one for working on this weekends game plan and match preparations.
That's all, folks.
tisdag 20 september 2011
Bellman and the dansk and the norsk
Stämningen i bilen till Göteborg:
I know so many snuskiga historier! Have you heard this one about Bellman and the dansk and the norsk... Lisa underhåller efter ett misslyckat försök från damansvarig att undervisa bussen i Junggrammatikens nytänkande. Vi ser att de andra kallar sig Disneybussen och utnämner oss själva till Snuskbussen utan någon längre betänketid.
Stämningen i bilen hem från Göteborg:
En talande tystnad. Fem av åtta spelar Wordfeud (med varandra och med främlingar, den sprider sig som en smitta, den appen). Broman kör utan att klaga hela vägen till Stockholmen.
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Jag kan inte tala för alla, men vet att i alla fall jag själv måste sluta bli förvånad och distraherad när någon inte spelar schysst. Om någon fuskar med flit blir det fel i räkneverket hos mig, jag förväntar mig att vuxna människor följer regler - och att man blir upptäckt och ställd till svars om man inte gör det. Den approachen funkade väldigt dåligt mot Göteborg kan jag säga (här är det fritt att dra egna slutsatser).
Ska vi behöva vara tuffare mot varandra så att det inte blir en så uppenbar skillnad mellan träning och match?
I know so many snuskiga historier! Have you heard this one about Bellman and the dansk and the norsk... Lisa underhåller efter ett misslyckat försök från damansvarig att undervisa bussen i Junggrammatikens nytänkande. Vi ser att de andra kallar sig Disneybussen och utnämner oss själva till Snuskbussen utan någon längre betänketid.
Stämningen i bilen hem från Göteborg:
En talande tystnad. Fem av åtta spelar Wordfeud (med varandra och med främlingar, den sprider sig som en smitta, den appen). Broman kör utan att klaga hela vägen till Stockholmen.
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Jag kan inte tala för alla, men vet att i alla fall jag själv måste sluta bli förvånad och distraherad när någon inte spelar schysst. Om någon fuskar med flit blir det fel i räkneverket hos mig, jag förväntar mig att vuxna människor följer regler - och att man blir upptäckt och ställd till svars om man inte gör det. Den approachen funkade väldigt dåligt mot Göteborg kan jag säga (här är det fritt att dra egna slutsatser).
Ska vi behöva vara tuffare mot varandra så att det inte blir en så uppenbar skillnad mellan träning och match?
fredag 9 september 2011
no more Mr Nice guy
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lördag 3 september 2011
söndag 7 augusti 2011
Rock bottom?
Back from lazy(?) summer hols...and not really a splendid comeback either. Yes, we were robbed. But you didnt deserve it anyway he said. I think he's wrong - if you're the better team you DO deserve it. You all know what you did wrong he also said. The thing is we don't always know what we need to change - that is sort of WHY we have a coach. To help. H E L P. Nota bene: to scream that you're a useless fucking idiot is not helpful.
Please show up to training from now on so we can work on our stuff and not experience such an unnecessary and humiliating defeat again this season. And don't ever say you want to give 100% and win a gold medal if you don't follow through. You let everyone else down.
And ps. If I played for Enköping I would've bought a lottery ticket yesterday. And a win would almost definately have to be split with the ref. Anonymously of course.
Please show up to training from now on so we can work on our stuff and not experience such an unnecessary and humiliating defeat again this season. And don't ever say you want to give 100% and win a gold medal if you don't follow through. You let everyone else down.
And ps. If I played for Enköping I would've bought a lottery ticket yesterday. And a win would almost definately have to be split with the ref. Anonymously of course.
onsdag 20 juli 2011
Summer hols
Since rugby is on hold I made a grand comeback at the gym yesterday with a group weights session. As said earlier, you know you're doing well if you have a strong urge to hide your face in the sweat towel and cry during your work out. Some people were clearly there only for 'leisure weightlifting' or similar, since they had energy left to do 50 press ups while everyone else was stretching. Myself, I wobbled downstairs and went home with shaky limbs...
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tisdag 21 juni 2011
had the craziest dream...
It was all so very real.
Before the game between us and local rivals Enköping, they were complaining about lack of players - and especially afraid that their english girl would get injured because then, apparently, they wouldn't be able to continue playing in the league this season... Hence they asked us not to play uncontested scrums, but rather to play the whole game with touch rules! Lots of arguing followed as The Coach seemed to go along with this, while me and several Uppsala players were desperate to ensure we would be allowed to ruck and maul.
Woke up very confused.
(Then: got text message. Ran out to the bus stop to pick up today's copy of 018. Rugby girls everywhere!)
Before the game between us and local rivals Enköping, they were complaining about lack of players - and especially afraid that their english girl would get injured because then, apparently, they wouldn't be able to continue playing in the league this season... Hence they asked us not to play uncontested scrums, but rather to play the whole game with touch rules! Lots of arguing followed as The Coach seemed to go along with this, while me and several Uppsala players were desperate to ensure we would be allowed to ruck and maul.
Woke up very confused.
(Then: got text message. Ran out to the bus stop to pick up today's copy of 018. Rugby girls everywhere!)
Punda punda
You get what you deserve. If you try to cheat during a playful game of relay at training and end up with shoulder pain from hell, your boyfriend won't even feel sorry for you. That'll teach you not to cheat at training, I only cheat in games he says... Then he prods me on my bruise and goes off. Clearly, next time I want to nudge the other team off course I shall aim better and not hit a sharp bone on the opponent...
Luckily, I was having too much fun during piggyback-touch (so called touch, I want to claim two mauled in tries for My and myself) to be disturbed by it, same goes for the punda punda game. We started off slightly confused, but at the end it wasn't bad understanding of the game that kept us from scoring, it was hysterical laughter from witnessing both My's spectacular performance and Henke's appreciation of it! Look out for video footage.
Luckily, I was having too much fun during piggyback-touch (so called touch, I want to claim two mauled in tries for My and myself) to be disturbed by it, same goes for the punda punda game. We started off slightly confused, but at the end it wasn't bad understanding of the game that kept us from scoring, it was hysterical laughter from witnessing both My's spectacular performance and Henke's appreciation of it! Look out for video footage.
söndag 19 juni 2011
Top of the league
God, it feels good to go into the summer break as top of the league! Gothenburg can moan all they want about missing players as we had a flanker as scrum half, a number 8 as 10, a second row on the wing and a winger in the front row! Our own missing Sweden players will have to make a bit of an effort to claim back their positions now that we all proved to be so versatile.
I look forward to tuesday on the park ready to have some fun according to The Coach (that could be anything though, as our ideas about fun don't always sync). Hopefully we'll do a bit more of the stuff we've done lately - brain work. Think, and then act. It's difficult to do two things at once you know. I spent last season on the flank just looking for the ball and did screw all pushing in the scrum. This year I do a lot more pushing and less looking. Eventually, maybe, I'll learn to do both!
I look forward to tuesday on the park ready to have some fun according to The Coach (that could be anything though, as our ideas about fun don't always sync). Hopefully we'll do a bit more of the stuff we've done lately - brain work. Think, and then act. It's difficult to do two things at once you know. I spent last season on the flank just looking for the ball and did screw all pushing in the scrum. This year I do a lot more pushing and less looking. Eventually, maybe, I'll learn to do both!
fredag 17 juni 2011
Status - fredag förmiddag
Det kan inte ha varit bara jag som kände auran av fokus när vi avslutade träningen igår. Tysta, tänkande spelare. Lätt nervositet, beslutsamhet... Drömmen om den där jävla bucklan skymtar i pupillen på alla jag känner, vi har väntat så länge nu. Kom igen tjejer, jag är så överladdad att jag spricker! Let's get ready to rumble!
söndag 12 juni 2011
The woman, the myth, the legend...
Spelare över hela Sverige ställer sig frågan: Hur kommer det sig att Uppsalas nummer 8 aldrig blir trött? Ny forskning har nu visat att hon är s.k. superhuman. För att inte framstå som ett freak låtsas hon ibland att hon tycker att Heinz Müllers är jobbiga, men för vår hjältinna är det egentligen bara another walk in the park. Dessa övermänskliga talanger tar sig också uttryck i att liksom scouterna alltid vara redo. Alltid redo att blanda en White russian i baren, laga efterrätt till 80 personer på årsfesten eller alltid redo när en lagkamrat efter ett ogenomtänkt beslut klockan noll två noll noll dansar i glas och blodar ner Flustret. Nummer 8 halar då fram sårtvätt och flera olika sorters plåster ur sin nattklubbsväska! Alkohol biter sällan på henne, vilket gör de få tillfällena hon är full alltmer spectacular - hon är upphovet till flera klassiska citat där mina personliga favoriter är det lösryckta Jag har en korv i väskan och gårdagens redan klassiska Vem fan behöver trosor när man ska till Flustret? Må hon aldrig sluta spela rugby!
torsdag 9 juni 2011
Achtung!
Hm. Efter att ha spenderat hela träningen skrikandes instruktioner utan att någon frågat efter dom fortsatte jag i samma anda på vägen hem. Alltså, jag fick jobba hårt för att inte läxa upp andra cyklister som 1) inte visar vart dom tänker svänga, 2) kör mot körriktningen och 3) kör I BREDD mot körriktningen. Lika bra att jag aldrig kom i på polishögskolan den där gången, jag skulle vara olidlig i uniform...
torsdag 2 juni 2011
söndag 29 maj 2011
Lund blackouts
There's a special club for us ladies team players who've done it. I joined yesterday. How can it be so hard to recognise the lines on Lugi's pitch? Maybe because they deliberately try to confuse you and 1) paint the half way line dotted, 2) paint the 10 meter lines solid, 3) don't have 22 meter lines or 4) have a try area smaller than my bathroom...! Or maybe there's no excuse and we're just all too eager, diving over with 5 metres to go? I believe I am in good company with a winger, a number 8, a fullback and possibly someone else too?
All new or half-new players got good game time and especially one second row was desperate for a try. She was a couple of inches away but the opposition squeezed in beneath the ball and it was declared held up. Despite that the atmosphere in the minibus on the way home was high spirited to say the least. Credit must be given to the Bergvall sisters for knowing the lyrics to every song ever written, to Lisa and Sara for quoting Yrrol endlessly and to the skinny people sleeping in the back for not snoring!
All new or half-new players got good game time and especially one second row was desperate for a try. She was a couple of inches away but the opposition squeezed in beneath the ball and it was declared held up. Despite that the atmosphere in the minibus on the way home was high spirited to say the least. Credit must be given to the Bergvall sisters for knowing the lyrics to every song ever written, to Lisa and Sara for quoting Yrrol endlessly and to the skinny people sleeping in the back for not snoring!
Picture stolen from Mikaela!
tisdag 24 maj 2011
The Dam of Amster
Tour rule number one applies, of course. But ok, here goes:
1) Awesome as usual. I love you Saints.
2) No need to mention any match results since most teams were national sides NOT there to socialise but to scorn at and (trywise) humiliate those there to have a good time.
3) Evening activities include trying to swap your wizards hat for an Italy tracksuit (didn't go too well, did it Brinsley?)
4) Did you leave your room in a good condition? Eeeh, of course... (Blatant lie)
5) Words of wisdom passed on by Ellis, on the subject of prop positioning in the scrum: You're a happy cat going for a shit.
1) Awesome as usual. I love you Saints.
2) No need to mention any match results since most teams were national sides NOT there to socialise but to scorn at and (trywise) humiliate those there to have a good time.
3) Evening activities include trying to swap your wizards hat for an Italy tracksuit (didn't go too well, did it Brinsley?)
4) Did you leave your room in a good condition? Eeeh, of course... (Blatant lie)
5) Words of wisdom passed on by Ellis, on the subject of prop positioning in the scrum: You're a happy cat going for a shit.
I think this pic sums up our feelings for tour pretty well. Bliss.
fredag 20 maj 2011
måndag 16 maj 2011
Fyllehybris?
Efter en seriepremiär är man lagom mör i kropp och själ. I kroppen av naturliga skäl (om nu 14 skåneflickor som kastar sig över en är "naturliga skäl"?) och i själen då coachen kallat en för idiot (förlåt, långsam idiot ska det vara). Det som allra mest behövs då är tydligen ett par öl på klubben. Det kan, de facto, vara så trevligt att man glömmer sina sorger och lovar bort sig till B-lagsmatch med herrarna dagen därpå! Nu var det ju dock inte jag som glad i hågen satt i en fåtölj med en Andersson och hade fyllehybris, utan någon annan. (Det var faktiskt fler som uppvisade klara hybrisdrag på lördagen, men nu handlar det om Ingrid.) När söndagen kom visade det sig inte vara hybris alls, det var en sjujävla envishet och tacklingslusta som tog sig uttryck i en jönköpingska på Årstafältet! (Hon är nu min hjälte.) Brave display, min själ!
lördag 14 maj 2011
Match morning
Wake up early. Belly unsettled. Hungry but cannot eat. Thoughts keep coming back to rugby. Must be first game of the season!
torsdag 12 maj 2011
B game
If you're only interested in great rugby quality, then maybe you stay at home and watch a pro game on tv instead of going to Fyrisfjädern a Sunday afternoon. But lower levels of local rugby has most of the qualities that matters, and offer MORE! There's the young and promising home grown player doing his senior debut...fearless tackles by players half the size of their opponents...drama (injuries and ambulance)...people having their dream come true (right, David?) and something you rarely see in Super 14s (but rather on tv1000): twin on twin action! I say give it a go, Uppköping deserves an audience!
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söndag 8 maj 2011
Friendly Exiles?
Despite the fact that both teams were missing quite a few players currently showing off in Spain, Uppsala decided to go to Årsta for a pre season friendly. What better way is there to spend a sunny saturday anyway? Since the number of girls available was low we decided to play 10 a side, but 3x20 minutes. Welcome to hell! There's a reason we only play 10 a side once a year you know...
Ref insisted on applying 10s rules as well, which confused several of the new players and effectively prevented our kicker from actually practising her thing. Oh well. I think we all enjoyed the space in attack, where especially our hands were good today! Some great passages of play with support and off loads proved successful and we scored a fair few tries.
In defense we tried to have an organised line, lots of screaming and shouting from some players helped but we seemed to be vulnerable 1) around the fringes, because more often than not, we'd left a poor prop alone on the wing, probably quite foul-mouthed as she tried again and again to chase after a quick little Exiles runner... And 2) in the middle, since a lot of the tackling seemed to be done at chest height and not around the legs. Reason no 1 we can blame on not being used to playing 10s, but there's no excuse for no 2 and we'll have to work hard on that during training in the weeks to come.
When the game was over, we'd officially won with 25-17 (although 25-22 is more likely?) and since it was still pre season, we treated the home team with a special performance - our tour haka. Thanks to Exiles for organising the ref and great food afterwards! Myself will also have to apologise for being a bit confused during the last 20 minutes - after being swapped round between second row and center a few times I simply couldn't remember where I was supposed to be, and left the back line quite deserted as I happily joined the scrum. The poor new girl who was supposed to be in the second row didnt have it in her to protest, so she stood on the side and was probably even more confused than I was! Sorry!
Ref insisted on applying 10s rules as well, which confused several of the new players and effectively prevented our kicker from actually practising her thing. Oh well. I think we all enjoyed the space in attack, where especially our hands were good today! Some great passages of play with support and off loads proved successful and we scored a fair few tries.
In defense we tried to have an organised line, lots of screaming and shouting from some players helped but we seemed to be vulnerable 1) around the fringes, because more often than not, we'd left a poor prop alone on the wing, probably quite foul-mouthed as she tried again and again to chase after a quick little Exiles runner... And 2) in the middle, since a lot of the tackling seemed to be done at chest height and not around the legs. Reason no 1 we can blame on not being used to playing 10s, but there's no excuse for no 2 and we'll have to work hard on that during training in the weeks to come.
When the game was over, we'd officially won with 25-17 (although 25-22 is more likely?) and since it was still pre season, we treated the home team with a special performance - our tour haka. Thanks to Exiles for organising the ref and great food afterwards! Myself will also have to apologise for being a bit confused during the last 20 minutes - after being swapped round between second row and center a few times I simply couldn't remember where I was supposed to be, and left the back line quite deserted as I happily joined the scrum. The poor new girl who was supposed to be in the second row didnt have it in her to protest, so she stood on the side and was probably even more confused than I was! Sorry!
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torsdag 5 maj 2011
Junior training
These girls will play against teams like Enköping during the season and matches will be 7 a side with 3 people in the scrum. All girls were promptly invited to attend the senior ladies trainings should they so wish - and vice versa! Myself will be down a few times to give the girls a chance to practise on their own and I hope I get some company. The mixed juniors team also have a game on the 14th of May, before both the senior games, so it's a big day for the club. Show your support and cheer us on! See you there!
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lördag 30 april 2011
Uppsala v Södertälje. PREMIÄR!
Seems like some team bonding in german student clubs helps... Uppsala celebrated Valborg the best way possible - with a win in their first away game for the season! The home team had clearly done some serious research beforehand, as we overheard them discussing our tour to Leipzig while warming up.
Uppsala took the lead early with a penalty kick by today's welsh no 10, and as the rain died down both teams tried to play a fast game with offloads, quick lineouts and quick ball from the rucks. Unfortunately it seemed like Södertälje was doing a bit better, they won territory by a few good kicks and managed to score two tries in the first half. Uppsala however scored under the posts after a teamwork that, according to one of the involved, 'was so good should've been caught on camera'.
In the second half Uppsala cranked it up a notch and showed great determination in defense AND offense. After a good session of pick and go from the forwards a flanker eventually scored what might even be his first Uppsala try? Magnus, is that so? Scrums worked really well, but it took like 20 minutes before we won a single lineout, including our own. Ref gave a few penalties our way and good kicking from no 10 again (top point scorer in his first A team game! Unofficial man of the match?) put Uppsala ahead with 24 against 17. Several new players got game time, and one old forward made a short comeback (although he confessed it felt like an eternity before the ref blew the whistle for full time...)
Great work and happy Valborg everyone!
Uppsala took the lead early with a penalty kick by today's welsh no 10, and as the rain died down both teams tried to play a fast game with offloads, quick lineouts and quick ball from the rucks. Unfortunately it seemed like Södertälje was doing a bit better, they won territory by a few good kicks and managed to score two tries in the first half. Uppsala however scored under the posts after a teamwork that, according to one of the involved, 'was so good should've been caught on camera'.
In the second half Uppsala cranked it up a notch and showed great determination in defense AND offense. After a good session of pick and go from the forwards a flanker eventually scored what might even be his first Uppsala try? Magnus, is that so? Scrums worked really well, but it took like 20 minutes before we won a single lineout, including our own. Ref gave a few penalties our way and good kicking from no 10 again (top point scorer in his first A team game! Unofficial man of the match?) put Uppsala ahead with 24 against 17. Several new players got game time, and one old forward made a short comeback (although he confessed it felt like an eternity before the ref blew the whistle for full time...)
Great work and happy Valborg everyone!
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fredag 29 april 2011
Lineouts
Doing lineouts for an hour makes the lifters cry with sore arms and cramping fingers. Luckily I'm a jumper. I've never managed to lift anyone properly and I don't think that will change in the near future... By the end of training my lifting group really got the hang of it though! Cred to B1 getting so awesome so quickly. Sometimes all it takes is an old scotsman laughing at you...
The news about the recently started gay rugby team in sthlm travelled fast and when training was over I think more than one went home to read QX. You go, guys.
The news about the recently started gay rugby team in sthlm travelled fast and when training was over I think more than one went home to read QX. You go, guys.
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onsdag 27 april 2011
Sprint, dammit!
As a warm up before the post-easter rugby comeback, myself and S went for a run on monday. The four days of bbq, booze and general slacking, not to mention the unnaturally warm weather, took me out early. 'you go on without me, run, I know when my time has come...' Imagine my happiness when tuesdays rugby session started with a surprise - sprinting! Oh well, we did our best and the scotsman was happy. Only one week 'til the training game! Please make yourselves available, it's so worth it before the start of the season...
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måndag 25 april 2011
Sour Balls Syndrom?
Friday morning several people were sporting shades, bed heads and tiny little blacksmiths working away inside their heads. Despite this, none was missing at breakfast court! Off we went for our first training session that day - oh, how heavy you feel when you go from astroturf and moulded studs to a sandy grass pitch and real second row shoes. Especially if you first sat on a bus for 19 hours and then played some rugby the day before...not to mention danced at a student night club necking 1 euro drinks like water in Sahara.
When everyone were in desperate need of some relax time and the ladies team had lost the Battle of the hot water, our german hosts sorted out lunch and took us downtown. Pictures was taken left, right and centre (if you could fool someone to point at something, and by that break tour rule number 3, that was extra special). A lot of us started blaming the town of Leipzig for some foul air pollution, possibly from the power plants nearby, but turned out to be one bearded player who clearly had had one too many the night before... Beer drinking in a public place is btw completely OK in Bundesligaland and highly recommended.
When everyone had found their way back to the bus we drove once again to the pitch, curiously comparing shopping bags and eagerly awaiting some pre-training snacks. Bellies full with bread, raisin, nuts and juice (ready for more air pollution the next day?) the men's team went out training on their own and the ladies spent a memorable 90 minutes with the Leipzig ladies where some lucky second rows got treated to a full frontal! Woo woo! I was glad to see people were sticking to the flower power theme, even in very private details.
By the time dinner was served (slightly slowed down by tourists not remembering what they'd actually ordered) some seemed to be quite cranky. We realised it might be the late hour that caused some people not being able to take a joke they weren't even involved in, but more probably it was SBS - the male version of PMS (Sour Balls Syndrom). The choice between taking the tour bus back to the hotel and staying out late the night before the game was free, but clearly people felt very responsible and went to bed early. Surprise, indeed!
When everyone were in desperate need of some relax time and the ladies team had lost the Battle of the hot water, our german hosts sorted out lunch and took us downtown. Pictures was taken left, right and centre (if you could fool someone to point at something, and by that break tour rule number 3, that was extra special). A lot of us started blaming the town of Leipzig for some foul air pollution, possibly from the power plants nearby, but turned out to be one bearded player who clearly had had one too many the night before... Beer drinking in a public place is btw completely OK in Bundesligaland and highly recommended.
When everyone had found their way back to the bus we drove once again to the pitch, curiously comparing shopping bags and eagerly awaiting some pre-training snacks. Bellies full with bread, raisin, nuts and juice (ready for more air pollution the next day?) the men's team went out training on their own and the ladies spent a memorable 90 minutes with the Leipzig ladies where some lucky second rows got treated to a full frontal! Woo woo! I was glad to see people were sticking to the flower power theme, even in very private details.
By the time dinner was served (slightly slowed down by tourists not remembering what they'd actually ordered) some seemed to be quite cranky. We realised it might be the late hour that caused some people not being able to take a joke they weren't even involved in, but more probably it was SBS - the male version of PMS (Sour Balls Syndrom). The choice between taking the tour bus back to the hotel and staying out late the night before the game was free, but clearly people felt very responsible and went to bed early. Surprise, indeed!
måndag 18 april 2011
Eier Mann
THURSDAY MORNING
Woke up on the bus floor. Bus was on a ferry to Allemagna (remember to respect tour rule 2) and breakfast was gonna be served as soon as you get your butt up to passenger deck, we were informed in the bus speaker system. We fought for seats against a crowd of Almtuna hockey juniors and managed a hostile takeover next to the slot machines. The presence of low-lactose yoghurt made a tired Berg cry with appreciation - and the state of the eggs made me cry inside for a completely different reason. Ruben, in charge of the eggs, apparently thought is was a great idea to cook all 80 of them at once - result: runnier than a mexican shit. We rolled off the ferry at 9 and had 4 hours to go.
THURSDAY AFTERNOON
First training after 18 hours on a bus can be nothing but painful. German spy Steve attended the men's training, no doubt in hope of picking up sneaky tips on their weaknesses and secret calls. Looked like they played touch, so I doubt he found it useful. Ladies did some lineouts and other set pieces, but eventually the long journey got the better of us and everyone was quite happy to check in at the hotel and have a shower.
THURSDAY EVE
Six huge taxis came to pick us up and take us to dinner - myself was quite looking forward to my chosen Leg of pork with beer sauce... For everyones benefit (ours and other customers) we had been put in a seperate room with our own bar! Unfortunately, in a beer country such as Bundesligaland, they rarely stock cider - hence myself and Paulo felt lost for a while before he decided on a scaringly green cocktail and I dared to try the local brew. Worst offence this evening was SS general Dory losing the black book! (Does NOT look good in the tour hitlers' eyes.) Some people moved on to a student pub but myself took a taxi home while listening to LillBeggo screaming for senf (mustard) and Mattias pretending to understand the taxi driver's long monologue in german and replying with eeh, natürlich. Eloquent man, he is.
Woke up on the bus floor. Bus was on a ferry to Allemagna (remember to respect tour rule 2) and breakfast was gonna be served as soon as you get your butt up to passenger deck, we were informed in the bus speaker system. We fought for seats against a crowd of Almtuna hockey juniors and managed a hostile takeover next to the slot machines. The presence of low-lactose yoghurt made a tired Berg cry with appreciation - and the state of the eggs made me cry inside for a completely different reason. Ruben, in charge of the eggs, apparently thought is was a great idea to cook all 80 of them at once - result: runnier than a mexican shit. We rolled off the ferry at 9 and had 4 hours to go.
THURSDAY AFTERNOON
First training after 18 hours on a bus can be nothing but painful. German spy Steve attended the men's training, no doubt in hope of picking up sneaky tips on their weaknesses and secret calls. Looked like they played touch, so I doubt he found it useful. Ladies did some lineouts and other set pieces, but eventually the long journey got the better of us and everyone was quite happy to check in at the hotel and have a shower.
THURSDAY EVE
Six huge taxis came to pick us up and take us to dinner - myself was quite looking forward to my chosen Leg of pork with beer sauce... For everyones benefit (ours and other customers) we had been put in a seperate room with our own bar! Unfortunately, in a beer country such as Bundesligaland, they rarely stock cider - hence myself and Paulo felt lost for a while before he decided on a scaringly green cocktail and I dared to try the local brew. Worst offence this evening was SS general Dory losing the black book! (Does NOT look good in the tour hitlers' eyes.) Some people moved on to a student pub but myself took a taxi home while listening to LillBeggo screaming for senf (mustard) and Mattias pretending to understand the taxi driver's long monologue in german and replying with eeh, natürlich. Eloquent man, he is.
3, 2, 1...DEPARTURE!
WEDNESDAY EVE
After months of planning and waiting is was finally time. The bus was fully packed with gear and booze and everyone looked happy and excited apart from the two bus drivers that, for some reason, had agreed to transport 50 rugby players to Germany and back. For once, we managed to leave on time! Last person to arrive was Magnus - AND with 30 seconds to spare, where the former didn't surprise anyone but the latter definitely did. On our way south little bags were handed out with tour shirts and, even more importantly, tour rules.
TOUR RULES
1 - What goes on tour stays on tour
2 - Mentioning of the words Germany/Tyskland/Deutchland is prohibited
3 - So is finger pointing
4 - Everyone must attend breakfast court every day
5 - Tour virgins will perform a haka before every training and game
(Rules apply on Autobahn country soil)
A few drinks were consumed before most people fell asleep somewhere in Denmark. So far, no reason for drivers to complain.
After months of planning and waiting is was finally time. The bus was fully packed with gear and booze and everyone looked happy and excited apart from the two bus drivers that, for some reason, had agreed to transport 50 rugby players to Germany and back. For once, we managed to leave on time! Last person to arrive was Magnus - AND with 30 seconds to spare, where the former didn't surprise anyone but the latter definitely did. On our way south little bags were handed out with tour shirts and, even more importantly, tour rules.
TOUR RULES
1 - What goes on tour stays on tour
2 - Mentioning of the words Germany/Tyskland/Deutchland is prohibited
3 - So is finger pointing
4 - Everyone must attend breakfast court every day
5 - Tour virgins will perform a haka before every training and game
(Rules apply on Autobahn country soil)
A few drinks were consumed before most people fell asleep somewhere in Denmark. So far, no reason for drivers to complain.
onsdag 13 april 2011
Friendly
Our men's team went to Bosön to play what was supposed to be "a friendly" last sunday. Despite the friendliness one center is now on crutches, one scrum half lost vision on one eye, one winger dislocated his collarbone (didn't even know you could do that!) and one center almost hurt himself properly, so he decided to limp off just in case (spot the odd one out!). This meant all the newbies got to play at the same time, so two wingers, one fullback (not the ultimate first game ever position?) and one second row took turns to swear quietly over the ten people "helping out" on the side line by screaming all sorts of contradicting advise.
Since we lost by several points the team talk afterwards wasn't all roses and hugs all round - KG accused most of the players of something strongly prohibited, namely tittygrabbing, I wonder if this rule will be advocated on tour as well? Nah, it has less to do with tits than you think...
I guess there's nothing left to say about this game apart from gossip about the other team slightly (I mean, it's what we do, right?). Rumours say the Attila scrum half has been seen in the company of several well-known, scantily dressed female felons of dubious character - himself in slight disguise but still showing a serious lack of judgement! Oh behave!
Are the rumours true? I think we have proof...
Since we lost by several points the team talk afterwards wasn't all roses and hugs all round - KG accused most of the players of something strongly prohibited, namely tittygrabbing, I wonder if this rule will be advocated on tour as well? Nah, it has less to do with tits than you think...
I guess there's nothing left to say about this game apart from gossip about the other team slightly (I mean, it's what we do, right?). Rumours say the Attila scrum half has been seen in the company of several well-known, scantily dressed female felons of dubious character - himself in slight disguise but still showing a serious lack of judgement! Oh behave!
Are the rumours true? I think we have proof...onsdag 6 april 2011
Mugshot
Sometimes one can be so focused on practical, on location details regarding a trip, and so concerned about all the other travellers problems with going, that you forget to think through your own participation of the event. So we have lunch on friday, okay great, what about the bus drivers, do they stay sober the whole trip or just while driving? The hotel have been talked into serving breakfast early, perfect, the pitch is booked and sightseeing planned, what about training, do we do thursday, friday, friday, saturday? Oh so-and-so can't go now because of this and so-and-so pulled out because of that. Yeah and so-and-so thought he couldn't come because his passport expired but he's got a new one... FUUUUCK!
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I have been planning this for months. MONTHS. And at least the three last times I used my passport I looked at it and found it would expire soon. March, as the matter of fact. Still my brain waits until 7 days before departure (weekend included where no work gets done towards stupid peoples passports) before it realises I will actually have to apply for a new one!
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This thought arrived in my head at 4 pm yesterday while at uni. A hysterically quick check on the web showed me that the police station's passport department close at 5pm. Naturally, I had the world's heaviest bag with me including my computer, and I was wearing heels as I left the library with long, second-row strides. I got there and eventually even got called in with ten minutes to spare, hair unwashed and windswept (not in a good way), no make up and eyes wild with stress (humanity once again screwed over by Murphy). You're not allowed to smile in your picture says the police man. Not to worry, I don't feel like smiling at all. Result: mugshot type A.
tisdag 5 april 2011
Peace!
KG on Leipzig tour 2011?Seriously, let's go all in on this fancy dress occasion! And remember: a little face paint and a flower in your hair goes a long way for those of you who are the shy type (not that there are many of you in the rugby world)...
torsdag 31 mars 2011
just another tuesday
Since I was watching from the sideline, prevented to take part by an uncooperative ankle, I did my best to collect action snaps and shout encouraging comments. Coach gave me sweets, possibly to quiet me down.
We tried on sizes for the new kit before warm up
My fav!
We tried on sizes for the new kit before warm up
My fav! måndag 28 mars 2011
Time out
First sprained ankle this season. Have been told I'm not to exercise it yet. Sigh. Apart from this little mishap the saturday indoor session was good fun. Just typical the only lineout I screwed up and got injured in was the one where I didn't even go up in the air...
lördag 26 mars 2011
Dirrty
I was talked into going to the gym with my curly-haired spainophile friend. I mean, why not? But let's get this straight, bringing this second row to a latino dance class is a bit like letting R2D2 try to reenact Christina Aguilera's Dirrty-video... Fair enough, if you feel like watching hot girls shake everything they got this is a possible place to go. But remember there are also middle-aged men shaking everything THEY got, that's the beauty (?) of Friskis. YOU, skinny older man in the blue football top without rhythm, you made my day!
By the way, I feel for the traumatised 8 year old who was sitting behing me watching his mum simulate spanking in a pair of shorts from 1989. I really do.
By the way, I feel for the traumatised 8 year old who was sitting behing me watching his mum simulate spanking in a pair of shorts from 1989. I really do.
torsdag 24 mars 2011
Morituri te salutant
After having read 8 emails from different people saying they couldn't make training I was expecting 90 minutes of push ups or similar since we'd be too few to practise proper game play. However, coach no 1 was home with a bad back and coach no 2 home with a cold and an energetic 5 year old. With Kattis in charge we practised new calls, some old moves and positioning without fear of being verbally abused by anyone. Everyone was in a great mood all training (all ten of us) and we finished with a volontary Heinz Müller in honour of our absent coaches. Morituri te salutant!
Bandy final Sunday
Opened my eyes severely dehydrated and with an urge to be sick on my pillow, much like any other sunday, only this day I got woken up by William Wallace telling me we had to leave for the bandy bar work in 20 minutes. Oh, and your armpits are still green by the way... (Wallace had been accompanied by the Wicked Witch of the West the night before...)
Down by the bandy area there was sunshine, free coke and not much to do - I've had worse hangovers I guess. I guarded my food ticket like Gollum would the ring until Big Boss told me to use it, and after that visit to the food stand nothing could stop me from opening beers til my fingers went numb or selling my hat to a drunk bandy fan... Apparently the bar on the other side of the stands was so crowded it caved from the sheer pressure of thirsty people, AND their tills went down when they lost electricity! I guess for once I was lucky.
Pizza for dinner a day like this isn't a choice. It's compulsory.
Down by the bandy area there was sunshine, free coke and not much to do - I've had worse hangovers I guess. I guarded my food ticket like Gollum would the ring until Big Boss told me to use it, and after that visit to the food stand nothing could stop me from opening beers til my fingers went numb or selling my hat to a drunk bandy fan... Apparently the bar on the other side of the stands was so crowded it caved from the sheer pressure of thirsty people, AND their tills went down when they lost electricity! I guess for once I was lucky.
Pizza for dinner a day like this isn't a choice. It's compulsory.
lördag 19 mars 2011
FINALOMGÅNG!
Rumours are once again saying people are planning to get shitfaced. (Me, I need to stay sober enough to assemble tonight's fancy dress outfit.) Have not yet decided whether to cheer for Scotland or Italy. Hmmm...
tisdag 15 mars 2011
Comeback
Oh, the humanity! After a week's lying around on the couch feeling sick I dared a comeback. Sick feelings conquered by veterinary friend (Berg), fruktsoppa and white bread. Unfortunately, that diet doesn't make you fit to lift just as heavy as you did before illness. No. But one can try. Not even halfway into this gym class there was no distinguishing sweat from tears on my face. Glad I had towel to hide in when things got painfully hard. Ouch.
lördag 12 mars 2011
Tack Mikaela!
We might not have any match reports från Håckes, but we have some pics!
If you happen to bring your biggest prop to a 7's tournament,
you might as well let her run havoc with the opposition!
And if you bring a new speedy back you let them try to outrun Attila's flankers...
Finally, the hairdo is everything...
Tack Mickan för bilderna! (Det finns fler på hennes facebook.)
fredag 11 mars 2011
Växjö shenanigans
Not much can be said about this week. I've been ill and not attended training, nor have I been to the gym. A full week without training makes me feel like a lump of dough, but I have a strange feeling that if I'd go and try to bench press anything heavier than a stamp, I'd choke on my own sick and then probably cry.
There's no report from last weekend's shenanigans in Växjö, but I think the girls had a good time even though they lost all their games. No need to speak of it further.
This weekend BBC decided to air the ladies game (!) where England meets Scotland in an attempt to secure the Grand Slam title. Read more about it here: http://www.scrumqueens.com/news/692-live-coverage-of-england-v-scotland-confirmed.html
There's no report from last weekend's shenanigans in Växjö, but I think the girls had a good time even though they lost all their games. No need to speak of it further.
This weekend BBC decided to air the ladies game (!) where England meets Scotland in an attempt to secure the Grand Slam title. Read more about it here: http://www.scrumqueens.com/news/692-live-coverage-of-england-v-scotland-confirmed.html
fredag 4 mars 2011
Du hinner!
Fem (5!) stackars ensamma damspelare joggade iväg på löpträning igår. Ytterligare tre hade annonserat att de inte kunde komma. Var FAN är alla ni andra uppsalabor, vi saknar ju er!? Nog om det.
Under kvällens träning kom vi fram till två viktiga slutsatser. Nummer ett var att hålla sig framför den som ätit ärtsoppa till lunch. En jävligt anonym källa sa under jämfotahoppen uppför trappa: alltså, min mage gör uppror. Varning! Vi andra tog det hela på största allvar.
Dagens andra uppenbarelse kom under de korta intervallerna. Vi förstod äntligen den underliggande betydelse som finns när du sprintar mot försökslinjen med bollen under en match och någon ropar: du hinner! Detta betyder utan undantag: du har ingen support! Förslag på ytterligare uttryck med dubbel mening mottages tacksamt, vi kanske kan göra ett litet uppslagsverk.
Nu återstår bara att önska Uppsalas damer (och Paulo) LYCKA TILL på Håckes i helgen! Vill man under lördagen hålla koll på hur det går kan man se alla matcher live på nätet:
http://www.okv.se/play/direkt
Spelschema finns här:
http://www2.idrottonline.se/WexioRK-Rugby/Hackescup/DokumentHackescup/
(Uppsalas damer ser ut att spela 8.20, 11.40 och 16.00 på lördagen)
Under kvällens träning kom vi fram till två viktiga slutsatser. Nummer ett var att hålla sig framför den som ätit ärtsoppa till lunch. En jävligt anonym källa sa under jämfotahoppen uppför trappa: alltså, min mage gör uppror. Varning! Vi andra tog det hela på största allvar.
Dagens andra uppenbarelse kom under de korta intervallerna. Vi förstod äntligen den underliggande betydelse som finns när du sprintar mot försökslinjen med bollen under en match och någon ropar: du hinner! Detta betyder utan undantag: du har ingen support! Förslag på ytterligare uttryck med dubbel mening mottages tacksamt, vi kanske kan göra ett litet uppslagsverk.
Nu återstår bara att önska Uppsalas damer (och Paulo) LYCKA TILL på Håckes i helgen! Vill man under lördagen hålla koll på hur det går kan man se alla matcher live på nätet:
http://www.okv.se/play/direkt
Spelschema finns här:
http://www2.idrottonline.se/WexioRK-Rugby/Hackescup/DokumentHackescup/
(Uppsalas damer ser ut att spela 8.20, 11.40 och 16.00 på lördagen)
måndag 28 februari 2011
Monday treat
If one put on heavier weights than usual and decided it was nearly manageable, does she not deserve a monday treat? Yes she does! (Don't worry, fitness coaches! It's corn on the cob and not a mozzarella-dripping pizza. After all, it IS only monday...)
söndag 27 februari 2011
Theory session
Well, SOMEBODY needs to be the one to ask lots of stupid questions, so that others dare to ask THEIR questions, stupid or not... As the ladies representative I accept that responsibility.
Are you saying I can never pick and go from the scrum if I play flanker? Now come on, how silly is that!
Are you saying I can never pick and go from the scrum if I play flanker? Now come on, how silly is that!
onsdag 23 februari 2011
Springtime please!
I never thought I'd get warm again. Hot shower didn't help. It took me four hours in sweats, socks and a hoodie underneath double covers (teeth chattering) until I felt ok. Springtime please!
On thursday the whole ladies team will assemble at the club for a theory session which I think everyone looks forward to a lot, not just the rookies. What do those second rows really do? What is the difference between first and second center? And what the hell am I supposed to do all the way back here alone? not to mention What position will I play this season?
On thursday the whole ladies team will assemble at the club for a theory session which I think everyone looks forward to a lot, not just the rookies. What do those second rows really do? What is the difference between first and second center? And what the hell am I supposed to do all the way back here alone? not to mention What position will I play this season?
fredag 18 februari 2011
Fatigue goes in, game plan goes out
Since tuesday training got cancelled (but why would the council clear our pitch from snow? That's an outrageous demand!) a surprisingly large number of players agreed to show up at the late training time on thursday instead. Those of you who weren't there - you missed out on something very special.
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Training consisted mostly of passing the ball in every possible way, and thinking ahead while doing it! Now come on, how hard is that? (Very.) This is the remedy to the famous white line fever and all other brain freezes during games, where you don't see your options because your mind is too slow. Brain needs practise too! We also played a bit of touch and noticed how, when fatigue goes in, game plan goes out.
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Now to the special bit. Not only (NOT ONLY!) was this great session led by someone who (do I dare say it?) not uttered one swear word, but it was also accompanied by positive remarks, smiles and laughter (not just us girls!). AND it was followed up by an email telling us how great we are!
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Scotsmen sure know how to surprise you...
torsdag 10 februari 2011
Jump around hop along
Picturing myself in a cloud of snow, tumbling down Slottsbacken due to lack of spikes on my running shoes (and bad body control in general) I bailed on my team today. That's not all. I reached out to drag someone down with me in this moral downfall and succeeded - me and S went to the local gym instead to participate in what she called jump around hop along training... We both agreed we shouldn't settle for anything else than crawling out of there, since we felt we had to pay for the offense we committed against our teammates.
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As always, I checked out the competition (make no mistake, despite the so called relaxed atmosphere at Friskis it's always a competition) and felt like we were in with a chance. That's until we realised these other people had practised the moves and we, sadly, were newbies. I hear you thinking But how hard can it be, eh? Hard, believe me. Not so much the skippy jumpy bits, more the weird exercises the instructor apparently invented after watching G.I. Jane one time too many. Why would you do regular sit ups when you can pedal your legs and wave your arms at the same time? For someone with coordination like a spastic kid at a funfair this particular one proved impossible...
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The instructor also deserves a comment or two. Apart from his apparent flair for Demi Moore and semi-erotic work out positions he had a surprisingly girly scream to tell us when to move to the next exercise. AND his ass was the tightest mankind has seen since the Muscles from Brussels was in his 20's...it sort of hypnotised me and seemed to say You will NEVER be this fit. But what the hell. At least I crawled a little on my way out. Mission completed.
onsdag 9 februari 2011
Scrumqueens
If, after the first contact session of the season, you come away with only a fat lip I think you should consider yourself lucky. Rucking was excellent - remember most of us have had a three month break from boshing friends around. In april our defense arounds rucks will be so low and hard no cocky second row can attempt a pick and go without regretting it!
TV coverage of the ladies 6 nations has been, well, non-existent so far...but for those interested there's always info and video clips to be found. I highly recommend www.scrumqueens.com to those who wants to stay updated about women's rugby around the world (they're also on facebook).
If you want to watch the France-Scotland game (despite it being extremely one-sided) here it is:
http://orange-sport.orange.fr/vod/cnosf/rugby-france---ecosse-2454.html
and if you want to see England's tries against Wales:
http://www.rfu.com/News/2011/February/News%20Articles/061102_Women_wales_report.aspx
On Saturday we start a bit serious with the annual members meeting, and then when England-Italy kicks off we hit the bar (not before the meeting like last year, please. You know who you are!). Rumours say some people plan to get shitfaced. Me? Would I?
TV coverage of the ladies 6 nations has been, well, non-existent so far...but for those interested there's always info and video clips to be found. I highly recommend www.scrumqueens.com to those who wants to stay updated about women's rugby around the world (they're also on facebook).
If you want to watch the France-Scotland game (despite it being extremely one-sided) here it is:
http://orange-sport.orange.fr/vod/cnosf/rugby-france---ecosse-2454.html
and if you want to see England's tries against Wales:
http://www.rfu.com/News/2011/February/News%20Articles/061102_Women_wales_report.aspx
On Saturday we start a bit serious with the annual members meeting, and then when England-Italy kicks off we hit the bar (not before the meeting like last year, please. You know who you are!). Rumours say some people plan to get shitfaced. Me? Would I?
torsdag 3 februari 2011
the Buttkiller
How do one end up running TO running practise? It seems to me like a too ambitious idea... Well if the old cow behind the counter at the bus station refuse you to buy a student bus card you just might (because the local bus company doesnt accept the local student ID...now that makes sense).
Ladies team had record attendance tonight with seven happy faces! We were easily divided into two fashion categories: tight fit and baggy with holes in the crotch. Each to their own. We ran off to our usual dwelling behind the castle where unfortunately lunges and frog leaps were on the program... To finish the evening off we sprinted uphill and jogged downhill, sprinted uphill and jogged ah I think you get it. That exercise is now called the Buttkiller (for future reference).
See you tomorrow at the club for Wales-England - 6 nations kick off, WOOP WOOP!
Ladies team had record attendance tonight with seven happy faces! We were easily divided into two fashion categories: tight fit and baggy with holes in the crotch. Each to their own. We ran off to our usual dwelling behind the castle where unfortunately lunges and frog leaps were on the program... To finish the evening off we sprinted uphill and jogged downhill, sprinted uphill and jogged ah I think you get it. That exercise is now called the Buttkiller (for future reference).
See you tomorrow at the club for Wales-England - 6 nations kick off, WOOP WOOP!
onsdag 2 februari 2011
Elevensies
The downside of suddenly training four times a week: I'm constantly hungry! Seriously, I just had dinner and I'm starving again. Being this ambitious is proving to be scaringly expensive... I've had to talk with a private food consultant who recommends not just lunch and dinner but also elevensies and supper (not to mention the afternoon snack). I now understand a hobbit's point of view!
Alright then. Bring on the nosh!
Alright then. Bring on the nosh!
tisdag 1 februari 2011
Superfitta
Superfitta 1) plur. adj. av eng. fit att vara mycket vältränad(e) 2) subst. det som finns i Wonder Womans trosor?
Allvarligt talat, har vi inte alla en akilleshäl? En hatövning som varje vecka får en att vilja låtsas att man sträckt sig preciiiis när det är tio minuter kvar av träningen? För några av oss är det Herr Müller såklart, några fasar för ups and downs medan vissa snyftar vid bara tanken på 75 sekunders kullerbyttor i full fart. Men vi gör det ändå! Varför? För vi vill vara superfitta såklart!
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SM-guld här kommer vi!
måndag 31 januari 2011
Kamelen som knäckte mig
Om man knappt orkar ta på sig jackan efter ett skivstångspass, då har man väl jobbat bra? Eller? Den sista övningen (tydligen kallad Kamelen) tog knäcken på mina armar efter att jag blitt lite väl ambitiös i bänkpress. Min taktik är att välja ut nån annan på passet och sen gå in för att lyfta tyngre i varje övning - den lyckliga idag var en före detta högstadiekompis som tydligen fortfarande anser att vi har beef, trots femton års tystnad.
See you all tomorrow! Looking forward to running my lines, bashing the bags, being shouted at by a loud scotsman (no names mentioned) and crying with exhaustion. Woop woop!
See you all tomorrow! Looking forward to running my lines, bashing the bags, being shouted at by a loud scotsman (no names mentioned) and crying with exhaustion. Woop woop!
torsdag 27 januari 2011
Ät bajs, din jävel
Nu vet jag vad Per Elofsson pratar om för vägg. Jag har sett den. Splatt.
Dagens löpträning började från klubben då ett snille hellre ville lägga av sig sina värdesaker och ytterkläder där än på en parkbänk bakom slottet. Bra tänkt. Efter en lång uppvärmningslöpning till och slutligen upp bakom slottet körde vi lite höga knän och stegringslopp innan det var dags för det roliga: långa intervaller i backe. Dagens coach förklarade sig "inte så despotiskt lagd", vilket föll Monki i smaken. Om någon skriker argt på mig, då blir jag anti och går hem! menade hon, men Mysan invände att om ingen skriker så gör jag inget. Det funkar tydligen inte att be henne snällt om en liten Heinz Müller heller... Ät bajs, din jävel säger jag då! (äkta citat) Okej.
Efter två varv (varav båda kan benämnas "Dödens varv" om man vill) var det oklart om tårarna rann på grund av fartvind eller en plågad kropp. Då var klockan lyckligtvis redan tio i åtta och vi avslutade det hela med jättesteg uppför trappen till borggården. Det här var ju värre än Heinz Müller sa S och skrattade sådär svagt som man kan göra om man är döende. Humöret var dock på topp mot alla odds, och ett förslag lades fram om att gå på Stocken eftersom vi alla hade våra hetaste underställ på oss. Förslaget röstades ner.
Ställningen nu är alltså:
Anna J 1 - 0 Heinz Müller
Dagens löpträning började från klubben då ett snille hellre ville lägga av sig sina värdesaker och ytterkläder där än på en parkbänk bakom slottet. Bra tänkt. Efter en lång uppvärmningslöpning till och slutligen upp bakom slottet körde vi lite höga knän och stegringslopp innan det var dags för det roliga: långa intervaller i backe. Dagens coach förklarade sig "inte så despotiskt lagd", vilket föll Monki i smaken. Om någon skriker argt på mig, då blir jag anti och går hem! menade hon, men Mysan invände att om ingen skriker så gör jag inget. Det funkar tydligen inte att be henne snällt om en liten Heinz Müller heller... Ät bajs, din jävel säger jag då! (äkta citat) Okej.
Efter två varv (varav båda kan benämnas "Dödens varv" om man vill) var det oklart om tårarna rann på grund av fartvind eller en plågad kropp. Då var klockan lyckligtvis redan tio i åtta och vi avslutade det hela med jättesteg uppför trappen till borggården. Det här var ju värre än Heinz Müller sa S och skrattade sådär svagt som man kan göra om man är döende. Humöret var dock på topp mot alla odds, och ett förslag lades fram om att gå på Stocken eftersom vi alla hade våra hetaste underställ på oss. Förslaget röstades ner.
Ställningen nu är alltså:
Anna J 1 - 0 Heinz Müller
onsdag 26 januari 2011
Visst gör det ont...
Herr Müller och jag har ett ansträngt förhållande - ibland kan han vara bra att ha, men ibland är han bara för mycket. Ärligt talat, när han vill ses för tredje gången samma kväll känner jag mig kvävd! Just idag är jag extra besviken på honom eftersom vi hade en stor fight igår kväll som han verkar vinna - kampen om blånageln.
Allvarligt talat så vet man att säsongen är igång på allvar när stortånaglarna lossnar. Aj.
Allvarligt talat så vet man att säsongen är igång på allvar när stortånaglarna lossnar. Aj.
söndag 23 januari 2011
I want YOU!
So pre season has officially started... Not just for us, every gym session everywhere is fully booked so people are apparently still going strong with their new years resolutions. Ladies' running practise on thursday was poorly visited though, where the hell was everybody? Six brave musketeers with our no 8 in charge did the best they could to trim their lungs and legs... Come on girls, I want YOU there next week!
As a january treat I booked myself on a weightlifting session tomorrow - primary goal: lift heavier than my sister. Looking forward to tuesday - first proper rugby practise 2011! Woop woop!
As a january treat I booked myself on a weightlifting session tomorrow - primary goal: lift heavier than my sister. Looking forward to tuesday - first proper rugby practise 2011! Woop woop!
Don't forget that the recruitment competition for 2011 starts NOW!
måndag 10 januari 2011
I quote Cinderella
For those of you who've never organised any major event I want you to know that things would go so much smoother without any people involved. People who can't decide whether they can attend or not. People who decide they can't, but then change their mind last minute. People who don't pay. And that's just the people invited! Let's not even mention the domestic fights over details within the planning committee (blood has been spilt over lesser arguments).
I therefore seek support in my blue-eyed anticipation of this year's tour, as I find myself suddenly in the middle of planning it. Finding a nice warm place within a reasonable distance, with green grass pitches AND women's rugby is hard enough without having to find a men's team in the same area that won't completely destroy our guys! Not to mention lodging and travel. Or getting the coaches to actually come along. Wait, why are we doing this again?
Det kan ju vara dötrist och tråkigt och...alldeles, alldeles underbart!
I therefore seek support in my blue-eyed anticipation of this year's tour, as I find myself suddenly in the middle of planning it. Finding a nice warm place within a reasonable distance, with green grass pitches AND women's rugby is hard enough without having to find a men's team in the same area that won't completely destroy our guys! Not to mention lodging and travel. Or getting the coaches to actually come along. Wait, why are we doing this again?
Det kan ju vara dötrist och tråkigt och...alldeles, alldeles underbart!
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