As autumn is creeping upon us so is darkness. This effectively cuts down our training time at Fyrisfjädern, where the local council hasn't yet bothered putting any lights up. The hour that we spent yesterday evening was however used well - the ladies practised some unopposed back line reforming during multiple phases, and pod movement for us forwards. I hope the newbies felt it was worth all the shouting and confusion - I might've sounded more murderous than usual in my struggle to get to the ball in time. (There seems to be a direct correlation between the amount of frustration over lost mobility and the escalating want for getting involved in every contact situation possible!) The trip home from training was less enjoyable as my body was screaming for a painkiller and a hot bath. This little comeback maybe wasn't the best idea - but at the time it felt worth it!
I'm very much looking forward to this saturday, and might even squeeze myself and the bump into the smart dresscode with dress, heels and all later in the eve. For all rookies that want a bit more understanding of the game AND a bit more socialising there's a chair down at the club house with your name on it!
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ps. The bet is STILL ON at the club - when will rugby baby Devine arrive? 20 sek for each date you want to guess on. Everyone that bets on the right date gets to share the pile of money!
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