Nearly forgot to report on the match on Sunday. So we eventually arrived at this town called Oyonnax, 25 miles from Geneva, lying in a valley banked with forest. We took one 2 hour to Lyon, another 1 hour train to Bourg-en-Bresse and then a coach for 50 minutes. Quite simply, what an effort. The match started well, our forwards driving over for the opening score. From then on, we couldn’t keep hold of the ball for any length of time, discipline was awful and we basically fell apart. We kept the lead through some poor kicking from Oyonnax. Similarly, I didn’t have my kicking boots on either, though managed to slot a couple which kept our nose in front. Eventually we sealed the match with another forward try to win the match 16-9. “lucky bastards” was the general feeling after the match, mainly from myself – none of the others were walking around saying that... The train home, which we eventually boarded after a sprint caused by a queue for my chicken nuggets at the Quick, was slightly subdued. However, it is a win, and there is alot to work on before Dijon Challonais come to Paris this Sunday.
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