
| Glasgow City Result: Played two matches. Precious: Lovely weather Team: Armstrong, Brown, Cahoon, Kelly, Kerr, Martin, Paterson, Stafford, Walker, Witko. Changes: OUT – Bell (hungry), Jamieson (failed experiment), Rose (heartbroken), McMillan (just), Torbett (SSIP). IN – Kelly, Kerr, Martin, Walker, Witko. Frankly, not much happened in this tournament from a Hill’s perspective and a distinct lack of any notes taken on the day has hampered report production. As the crow flies, this tournament is only a short distance from Hughenden but emotionally it’s a lot further as its knockout format allows no scope for the slow starting Hill’s to acclimatise to the dusty Southside. In the first round Hill’s were pitted against Ayr, a team so conscious of their opposition’s burgeoning reputation on the international 7s circuit that they fielded three Scottish 7s Internationalists and housewives favourite AJ McFarlane. Hill’s produced a gutsy performance with some exciting play culminating the unofficial try of the tournament that saw the ball pass through each players hands before Armstrong (probably) scored in the corner. Sadly, whilst there were guts aplenty there was to be no glory with Hill’s going down 3 tries to 2, a result that saw them relegated to the Shield tournament and a match against West. If matches could be won by running directly at the opposition Hill’s would have succeeded. Unfortunately, they’re not and they didn’t. So they all left. Well everyone apart from Witko who continued on a shameless personal quest for precious. So desperate was the illegal immigrant that he volunteered to play for ‘Smallar’ and former Hill’s coach Collins. Management took a dim view of this betrayal and will deal with in an appropriate fashion at a later date. IBBR: Bell awarded the cuisine a 3-star rating stating that whilst the outside was definitely cooked the inside deserved a little more attention prior to serving. Next weekend sees the squad travel to the Newton Stewart 7s with a game plan that will see them team going at them like mad dogs in a meat house. |