Rugby - But Not As We Know It

The last time I watched a live rugby league match was around thirty years ago, Hull KR v Hull, I don’t remember the score but I do remember the occasion.
Today the Cornwall Choughs, our very own Cornish Rugby League club playing at Penryn’s Memorial Ground, offered NHS staff complimentary tickets to their match against the London Skolars.
Mrs S and I arrived, received our grandstand wristbands and grabbed a quick coffee and steak pie apiece. Pies not pasty’s, rugby leagues a northern thing you know.
We took our seats and were thoroughly entertained, great rugby, (league), interspersed with bouts of ‘physical discussion’ over one incident or another.
The crowd got louder and louder and at the final whistle the home team and their supporters celebrated as though they had won the World Cup, what they had in fact won was their first home league match.
Mrs S and I agreed we may well go back for more.

Dinner was a fast food take out before Mrs S prepped everything ready to start her last week at Treliske in the morning.
New week, not with the start I wanted, but that’s for tomorrow.