Amazing 8s take the cake as Irish mojo (and Leinster’s trophies) found alive and well at Fortress Kilbogget
By Jaime McKeown
Amazing 8s shake-off midterm madness against Greystones and Malahide on Pitch One – it’s all about momentum…
Sunday 24 February 2019 @ Seapoint RFC
February –spring has sprung, daffodils burst into bloom, and love is in the air as young men's fancies lightly turn to thoughts of back-to-back Grand Slams. Well, while that ship has sadly sailed for most of us (unless you’re an optimist from Wales), there was nothing but unbridled enthusiasm amongst the Amazing 8s as they welcomed teams from Greystones and Malahide to Seapoint RFC on a somewhat moist and grey Sunday morning - a stark contrast to the sun-drenched climes of the Eternal City where some of the parents found themselves to support the teams in green.
But in a week of shifting weather patterns and ongoing Brexit shenanigans, all the A8s need is a ball and a yard of grass and they’ll give you a move with a perfect pass (name that tune).
With a proud 100% record to maintain of turning up at each blitz they’ve hosted, the A8s split into three teams as the coaching team deployed the Enigma decoder to decipher a complex myriad of letters and numbers committed to paper which supposedly represented pitches, pools and the order of play (supposedly being the operative word).
News of a late withdrawal by Greystones Team Six was kept from the boys for the safety of Greystones Teams One to Five as the A8s were chomping at the bit to take on all comers.
And take on all comers they did.
Armed with a match ball, snazzy teams names such as “Seapoint One” or the menacing “Pink Fluffy Unicorns” (you read that correctly) and the promise of post-match sugar, the teams joined up with their coaches-cum-referees (or referees-cum-coaches – delete as appropriate but they had whistles and looked like they knew what they were doing) to get proceedings underway.
With a lame blast of a dying airhorn on the stroke of 0930 (just as the WhatsApp messages had prophesised), the A8s sprang into action – attacking and defensive lines were set, passes were made, bridges formed, tackles completed and tries scored with fine aplomb – once again testament to the inherent natural ability gained from their parents coupled with the skills imparted by the crack coaching team (it’s what the kids would want us to write…).
An impromptu Seapoint Four scratch team was constituted from Seapoint One to Three to make-up for the aforementioned loss of Greystones Six so that all kids got the opportunity to play all teams and didn’t have to sit-out any round of matches – thanks to Dara and the A8 players who volunteered to take this on at the eleventh hour – you answered Seapoint’s call!
After five rounds of impeccably scheduled games that would make the Swiss train authorities question their own timekeeping, it was time for the family photo as the three clubs joined-up in a beautiful moment of solidarity to sing “Ireland’s Call” under the sticks a moment which surely the Irish team in Rome got wind of and which helped to secure the elusive bonus point win.
In the absence of Coach Andy, the conch was passed to this coach to say the obligatory few words to once again congratulate the visiting teams for being so brave so as to give up their Sunday morning to attempt victory at Fortress Kilbogget. But clearly the mammoth 35 seconds clocked-up was 36 seconds too long as once the word “Treats” was uttered, a child-led mutiny broke-up proceedings in scenes that the Pied Piper of Hamelin would have been envious of…
But for good reason – the kids gave it their all on the pitch as always with many having shed a drop or two of blood, a not insignificant amount of sweat and the occasional tear as the Blitz drew to a close. All the coaches agreed that the standard had once again taken a leap forward with great results being recorded all round so you’d want to be a big old meanie poo-face to deny them their post-match celebration.
All that effort was paid back in spades when they saw the feast the A8 parents had laid on for them – a well-rounded spread of the healthy stuff alongside naughtier cousins from the wrong side of the food pyramid tracks to support a balanced diet between good and evil. Spades would indeed help as the lads got in on the Brexit buzz and stockpiled the grub. To support digestion of said goodies, an amuse-bouche of the European Champions Cup and Pro14 Trophy was served-up courtesy of the Seapoint Mini and Youth Section and Leinster Rugby – thanks to those who know who they are.
And just as all roads led to Rome that weekend, all roads in south Dublin led to THAT cake! If ever there was a takeaway from a game, it was a slice of that wonderfully decorated deliciousness. To chants of “Cut the Cake” (eerily redolent of “Build the Wall” or “Lock Her Up”), the clubhouse was whipped into a frenzy once the coaches took the knife (and almost some fingers) and almost sacrilegiously carved-up the icing on the cake, which was indeed, the icing on the cake of another fine Sunday morning down Seapoint way.
Seapoint Amazing 8s – if hard-tackling cake-eaters is what you want, you’ve come to the right pitch…