Thursday night, 22 confirmed players. Friday night, 20 confirmed players. Saturday morning, 13 players! Those that had genuine injuries fair enough, those that let your teammates down, shame on you!

However, standing on the shoulders of giants was:

1. Alex 'Born Leader' Duncan
2. Simon 'Born Follower' Pengelly
3. Todd '30 mins only please' Richards
4. Dan 'The Beast' Underhill
5. Ben 'Potbelly' Greensmith
6. Rob 'Lastminute.com' Woods
7. Rob 'Point to prove' Goodfellow
8/13. Tony 'Buddha' O'Connell
9. Dan '"That's sh*t Dan"' Cree
10. Anthony 'One eyed man' Biswell
11. Dudley 'The Hitman' Dursley
12. Tom 'Miss one' Clifford
13/8. Tony 'Peace corp' O'Connell
14. Hugh 'spray on' Pryce
15. James 'Side by side' Harris

Back came the bus of justice, back came big Dan Unders, missing was just about everyone else...except those tigers that turned up!

Playing like Gladiators (link to the real glads...!!!!) we skipped the warm up, huddled together for warm and decided we had nothing to lose and weren't going to go down without a fight and boy did we take it to them. They looked far more like the 14 man team then we did and it didn't take long to realise they couldn't tackle for toffee, and with ball carriers being support, Dan Unders once again being a terrier at the rucks, and woody and goody covering for the lack of an 8 we played some of our best rugby of the season and look the far more dangerous side. Dan Cree was tackled just short of the line and only a poor ball off the floor stopped a certain try. Good running back inside from the 13 almost set up a second try but the final pass missed the winger who would have had a free run. Wilts decided despite the extra man to start sticking it up their jumpers and use their slight advantage in the scrum, but our defence held firm until somehow with two players under the ball the referee awarded a try but at half time with the score 5-3 the message was clear: More of the same and we couldn't do anything other then walk of the pitch with our heads held high! The only concern being that our 13 couldn't see a pass for toffee and we needed to set our wingers free.

Sadly almost from the restart our only missed tackle of the day resulted in their 7 running in from the halfway line, but again the conversion was missed: 10-3, 39 minutes left.

What can I say except under increasing pressure Wilts began to crumble and turn on each other, their captain had the captaincy removed, as did his replacement. Players were arguing with the coaches, they tackled high and late, they threw punches but still we stuck to our task: The main problem was all the effort we'd already made was beginning to tell as was their extra player. However we stuck to our task, and Biswell slotted real cracker of a penalty to make it 10-6, then with 15 minutes left another penalty, this time in front of the posts but when it's not your day, it's not your day and the silly prat Biswell had last his contact lense in his right eye and bottled it: Up stepped TC wide went the ball. 3 minutes left, another penalty in front of the posts but with time running out we went for glory, the ball went in the corner, the call was made, up went goody, miles over the top went the ball, out came Wilts but a thunderous tackle and we stole the ball back. Attack after attack caused them to infringe again, giving us a penalty with the last play of the game. Quick ball to the forwards, popped back to the on running Greensmith who went blindside all by himself and straight into touch - game over.

Fair play to Wilts, all the niggles were left on the pitch and a good pint was had after even if they should have been fined for over celebrating the beating of 14 men.