The Video

Here it is....



Also available on DVD.

End of Season Party

Date
Sun 11th May, 1pm

Venue
Home Guard Club in Sheen

Cost
Adults £5
Children (inc players) £2.50
U5 Free

Featuring
Barbeque / Video / Bar / End of Season Awards / Players' Court

Please Bring
Panthers: please bring a salad, Pumas: please bring a desert

Tickets
Available on Sunday from Steve @ Weybridge, and Greg/Margaret @ Ruislip

Mugshots... the collection

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We're trying to get a complete set !

If your picture isn't here then stand in front of me on Sunday, with a grin on your face.

Splutter from the Gutter (A tour report)

(from John)

I spent the weekend on a caravan park,
In the heart of the Dorset moor,
And all I could hear for all of that time,
Was the Pumas and the Panthers roar.

It was Saturday morn and we all had our horns
And to some that was much to their liking
And with our swords and our shields we were starting to feel
We were every inch a Viking.

Mr Brining, coach marshall, had a list with every name
But no-one understood a single word
“Will’t thowt get on’t kerch”, he said “It’s the blerr thing erver therr”
And people drifted on board.

“Are you sure that you’re sure, that your name is Clive Shaw
Cos departure time does apprerch
And you’re wasting my time and the people behind
So, Is there a Clive Shaw on this kerch?”

Sandford and Wareham were all farming stock
They were big and it looked quite a match
They’d bred them tall and they’d bred them wide
But they hadn’t bred them to catch.

Ellis had a run, round in circles I remember
Then he kicked the ball away
But then he scored a hat-trick so his mum was fined a pound
And that would surely make her day.

Then over the line to the cheers of crowd
Dived the figure of a sprightly fellow
And all of them whooped as they came to realise
It was a first for the mighty Caio Belo.

Then Ruislip were next, kidding Mr. Hitler
A few lucky tries sealed our fate
But it didn’t really matter cos it was after beer o’clock
We were due in the bar and we were late.

Later it rained and it would not go away
The weather that day really stunk
But on the other hand it was a good excuse
For staying indoors and getting drunk.

Into the pool for an afternoon dip
And a chance to give the coaches a splash
And not to forget the afternoon spent
In fleecing the arcade of its cash

And then to the pub for beer and for chips
To chill out with some tasty snacks
But no, Judge Cowell convened his court
And that was no time to relax.

The learned Mr. Griffin plied his trade at the bar
No misdemeanour went overlooked
If Mrs Hales was dispatched to bring you to the judge
Well basically….you were cooked.

The crimes were gruesome and justice was dispatched
With neither pity nor remorse
And pints were sunk, with a chilli in addition
And a handful of crackers of course.

With parents down the road, the kids could run wild
Running rings round the security guard
He'd tried to remove them from the ball pool
And he'd threatened the yellow card

Jumping off balconies, to escape his grasp
They were caught, but showed no remorse
When asked which team they all played for
They answered, "Ruislip, of course".

Cometh the hour, cometh the man
Cometh the hour forward, cometh twenty tired players
Beaten by Bournemouth, New Milton and the Cornish
And we failed to be Welsh dragon slayers.

Mr. A was the ref, a bit blind, it is alleged
Made up the rules, technically speakin
He gave away a penalty for a very strange offence
The player was sporting a Mohican.

But who can complain when the sun’s in the sky
And all are relaxed in manner
Who needs a parrot when the cheerleaders sing
And you unfurl the brand new banner.

Give us a T, and a W, and an I. C. K.
Give us an E and an H.A.M.
But please can you promise that whatever you do
Next time, can we also have an “N”.

The tour is a laugh and you’re not supposed to win
Just as well, cos we only scored one
But could we have enjoyed ourselves just a little more
Well maybe, if we’d only scored None.

I spent the weekend on a caravan park,
And I can’t wait for next year’s tour,
For the sport and the laughs and maybe some drinks,
And the Pumas and the Panthers roar.