If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

- Hemingway

French men make me sick, always have done. I'm degenerate, but they are dirty with it. Not only in the physical sense either, they have greasy minds. Other foreigners may have garlic on their breath, but the frogs have it on their thoughts as well.

- Flashman

Thursday 25 November 2010

Training - Wednesday 24th November

I feel I’m becoming a senior player in this team. Actually, before last night I didn’t feel that at all – I stand near the back of coaches’ explanations, allow calls to be made for me and often need to be told to run closer to the person in front of me (for team unity) in the warm-up. This all changed last night in a session that began with us powering through our second team and ended in farce as the backs decided that instead of spin-passing the ball across the pitch we would chip it to each other instead, the slightly more junior coach being powerless to prevent this off the cuff disobedience.

Anyway, in one of our huddles after scoring against the seconds, Philippe, after saying his bit, asked our vice-captain if he had anything to add, no he didn’t. He then asked me, anything to add? Well I was slightly taken aback, but not as taken aback as the rest of the team when I removed my mouthguard and took a half-step towards the middle of the huddle, eyebrows were rising – was he really going to plough in with a speech about clearing out the ruck?! – I breathed in and then deflated 15 bubbles, “Non non c’est bon”.

I have no doubt that by next year I will be adding my bit to the pre-match huddle and taking these opportunities. I could have added something in this instance if I actually had anything to say on clearing out rucks, which I didn’t at the time and never have, except, “my shoulder hurts, think I’ll just sit this one out...”

Tuesday 23 November 2010

"I see your Robert Burns and raise you Victor Hugo"

My Prof, the feminist, socialist, ecologist (we actually get on really well) who has a love-hate relationship with Sarko is determined to introduce us to the highlights of French literature. So we look at a poem/extract a week by the heavyweights of French writing and thought. It’s designed to help our pronunciation.

So far we’ve looked at:
·         Arthur Rimbaud
·         Paul Verlaine
·         Guillaume Apollinaire
·         Simone de Beauvoir
·         Jean Paul Sartre
·         Albert Camus
·         Victor Hugo
·         Charles Baudelaire

RM92 17 - 6 Massy Essonne, Top of the League!

I’m not really sure what to say about Sunday’s game versus Massy. This team had battered Bourgoin the week previously and we were expecting a very close game, we would have taken 3-0 if it had been offered. So the dispirited, deflated feeling at the final whistle was an odd one. At the same time we were pleased to win 17-6 and knew we were good value for our win, we also knew that it had been an awful game that no-one seemed to enjoy. We were wet and cold, tired of knocking the ball on probably.

Least of all me, especially the first half where I had a real shocker. I wrote in my wee black book afterwards that I got all tight, angry, blew every little mistake into something more than it was and maybe let the fact that some of the Racing hierarchy watching get to me. There weren’t many huge mistakes, just a dodgy pass here, a restart out on the full, a mis-hit penalty, a poor scrum-half pass (who knew it was such a difficult job?!), and I was knocked off my rhythm.

It was just as well then that the opposition defence provided the perfect opportunity for me to get back on track in the second half. One man flew out of the line, I took the dog-leg and outsprinted the full-back to dot down in the corner. I probably looked like a tool when I celebrated as I think I let out alot of the tension that had built up with every first half mistake. As if to emphasise the point, and to show what confidence can do, I nailed the touchline conversion. Our forwards rumbled over for another try and then the game just petered out.

Pleased to get the win, especially with Bourgoin beating Clermont, and us taking top spot. Also pleased to record my first French try, and that it was a good ‘un.

Weekend off before we head to Clermont on Sunday 6th December. If we can put things like the probably arctic weather and 5 hour bus journeys to one side and get a win then we’ll be in a very good place. If not, we’ll still be top 4 with going into the new year in the knowledge that all the top sides still have to come to Colombes.

CLASSEMENT TEMPORAIRE DE LA POULE 1

Le classement temporaire est établi à partir des feuilles de match saisies par la FFR ou le Comité Territorial ou en ligne. Il est donné à titreindicatif, sans tenir compte d'autres éléments, notamment les décisions prises par la Commission de discipline et les différents règlements applicables en cas d'égalité.
  CLUB PTS J G N P GA PB NEI NF
 1  ASSOCIATION RACING METRO 92 28 7 6 0 1 131 4 0 0
 2  A S MONTFERRANDAISE 27 7 6 0 1 106 3 0 0
 3  C S BOURGOIN JALLIEU 26 7 6 0 1 98 2 0 0
 4  STADE FRANCAIS PARIS 24 7 5 0 2 76 4 0 0
 5  MASSY PUC 23 7 5 0 2 82 3 0 0
 6  LYON OL U 17 7 3 0 4 24 5 0 0
 7  ABCD XV 9 7 1 1 5 -50 3 0 0
 8  A C BOBIGNY 93 RUGBY 5 7 1 0 6 -179 1 0 0
 8  U S OYONNAX 5 7 1 0 6 -101 1 0 0
 10  U S BRESSANE 2 7 0 1 6 -187 0 0 0
NEI: NOMBRE DE RENCONTRES EN EFFECTIF INCOMPLET
NF: NOMBRE DE RENCONTRES FORFAIT
PB: POINTS DE BONUS

Friday 19 November 2010

Les Mecs

Maybe it’s time we took a closer look at this team, this group of guys which I am becoming so integrated with. I got told this week that it looks like 5 of our pack are going to be involved in the France squad. Under 19? Under 20? I asked. No, under 18. My jaw just about hit the nicely manicured grass. The idea of these guys playing under 18 rugby is a frightening thought and, dare I say it, is a clear example of why France beat Scotland at every age-group level. These guys would walk into Scotland age group teams. There, I said it. We actually have two hookers - one normally plays for the under 23s and is in the France under 19 squad and the other is in line for the under 18s. Racing also has the under 20 hooker which leaves the club in a pretty good place going forward in that position. 

Our traditional pack comfortably has dominated every pack we’ve come up against. The props scrummage and do little else but never go backwards and destroyed Bourgoin. The second rows launch their 6ft 5+ frames into anything that moves and one in particular has picked up 3 yellow cards already this season (proud of my record of someone being binned in every match I’ve played in France). The back row is split between the Betsen-esque flanker who chops legs away, the number 8 with a huge arse and a huge strapped-up head and a rangy silent assassin of a 6 who glides around the pitch.

But don’t be fooled into thinking that we play dull forward dominated rugby. True, if we get within 15 metres of their line, we will rumble over, but otherwise we play a very open game. This is facilitated by the complementary skills of our backs. Not a huge emphasis is placed on skills in training though both centres are lovely passers. The 12 will carry all day, step into 10 when necessary, stop anything in his channel and make right decisions. He is not a flair player, but he’s all a 10 needs.

The flair comes from the 13 and the 15 who are thick as thieves. This pair HAVE to sit next to each other on the bus and never stop talking, their conversations continuing throughout matches and training. Both are very slight, I have more weight on them, but this is very deceptive. They can tackle but to focus on that would be so dull, especially after you’ve seen them offload. The 13 in particular has the ability, almost a party trick, to come flying into contact at full pace, attract 2 defenders and then to fire the ball out the back of his hand to a supporter. I often find myself supporting in that role and the first time he did I only just caught the ball before running off laughing at the audacity of it. His latest trick was on Sunday when he grubbered it past the full back, picked it up with one hand and dotted down. The first person to congratulate him was the 15. This left-footer is temperamental, struggles to concentrate, often gets in arguments with coaches, captains and people in authority, speaks excellent English from listening to American rap and a lovely guy to boot.

Our wingers are quick and that’s all I really have to say on them. They take the ball and they just go. One has just moved to Paris from Bayonne and seems a very engaging fellow. Though I’m finding more that as my French improves and I can hold better conversations, I actually become more frustrated as I realise that someone might be very interesting but I’m just a little bit away from really chatting to them properly. In time...

The Autumn of 69 - Revolution In The Air...

So the match report from last Sunday shouldn’t take very long. We played very well for our 69 points and could easily have lost focus after 40 but we were quite determined to keep running them in. I found the whole match great fun and an opposition back-line with all the defensive alignment of...Scotland (?) was just what I needed. As always seems to be the case in a big win, I didn’t score, but did set a few up and kicked alot of conversions while also managing to hit both posts.

We celebrated with an almighty ‘Chasaluso’ which is the Racing Club de France war dance/song which is performed after every win. The captain stands in the middle of a very tight circle and calls out something about going bear hunting and drinking bear and everyone repeats his call and eventually we are all rolling around on the ground and then it finishes with us chanting ‘Racing’ whilst being offensive to the conquered opposition. I’ve never seen or heard anything like it. I suppose it most resembles a post-match celebratory Haka.

This match was once again played in memory of our departed forwards coach (I see a trend developing here), and this saga was continued on Wednesday night when the President of RCF, France legend, came in to explain to us a bit more the goings on. In an all black Parisien chic suit, he basically attempted to absolve himself of all blame, claiming that the coach effectively just walked out – not a wise tactic when his departed adversary is still revered by the guys – and I could feel the heat rising in the room as it had a couple of weeks previously. Our captain once again took issue with this, pointing out the paradox in the President’s words, that we had made an excellent start to the season and yet he had been instrumental in the departing of our coach...

There was obvious tension between the President and our remaining coach who was clearly not in agreement. This came to a head when the President was asked to leave so we could proceed with announcing the plan for the evening’s session. He refused to leave, insisting on staying to hear what was going on. Our coach was having none of this and the two clashed for the longest 30 seconds I have ever spent in a changing room. We were just looking at each other in astonishment. Personally, I was trying not to giggle as it was farcical the way these two grown men were going at each other. I was sitting there thinking “this is just SO French!”

Anyway, it was all topped when the President complimented me on my match against Bourg-en-Bresse.

Monday 15 November 2010

Paris versus New York

Just come in from my usual Monday evening weights session which is sometimes a bit of a struggle the day after a match. Tonight though it was the best thing I could have done as it removed the tiredness from my body and set me up for the week. 


This morning in class we had to choose an article from '20 Minutes', one of the free newspapers and explain it to the class. One person chose an article on this blog which I searched tonight and found quite cool. Sadly it isn't Paris versus Edinburgh, and I feel my creativity doesn't stretch this far, but it might offer an insight into Paris life.


http://parisvsnyc.blogspot.com/

I'd heard somewhere that people who have blogs like to blog about other blogs, so here's my contribution to the 'blogosphere'...

Sunday 14 November 2010

Table as of Sunday Evening 14th November

 CLUB PTS J G N P GA PB NEI NF
 1  A S MONTFERRANDAISE 27 6 6 0 0 127 3 0 0
 2  ASSOCIATION RACING METRO 92 24 6 5 0 1 120 4 0 0
 3  MASSY PUC 23 6 5 0 1 111 3 0 0
 4  C S BOURGOIN JALLIEU 22 6 5 0 1 59 2 0 0
 5  STADE FRANCAIS PARIS 20 6 4 0 2 74 4 0 0
 6  LYON OL U 16 6 3 0 3 26 4 0 0
 7  U S OYONNAX 5 5 1 0 4 -65 1 0 0
 8  ABCD XV 3 5 0 0 5 -63 3 0 0
 9  A C BOBIGNY 93 RUGBY 0 6 0 0 6 -202 0 0 0
 9  U S BRESSANE 0 6 0 0 6 -187 0 0 0
NEI: NOMBRE DE RENCONTRES EN EFFECTIF INCOMPLET
NF: NOMBRE DE RENCONTRES FORFAIT
PB: POINTS DE BONUS

So this is where we stand after today's romp against US Bresanne.

Final score 6 - 69 and a walk in the park it was too.
More of a match report and tales from my weekend to follow.

Big game next Sunday when Massy traverse Paris. Like I said, more to come...