We came, we saw, we
conceded a penalty try!
In spite of the pre-season Friendlies, the summer was by and large,
in rugby terms at least, a long and lonely one. The season was back
upon us. On this sunny September morning you could sense the anticipation
of the assembled fans, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Funbus.
Questions were asked. Could we emulate what we achieved last year?
Could we go one stage further and assert our dominance on a European
stage? Why the hell's the bus not moving? You sensed, in spite of
the nerves that most of us believed we could. Still, there were ominous
signs from the start - the delayed departure and the clouds spilling
in. Even the atmosphere on the coach, bereft of the raucous enthusiasm
of the Riggers and the Tiggers, was eerily quiet. There seemed to
be a reluctance to join in with the anthem, and even the old favourites
like "a small town in Cheshire" didn't really seem to cut
the mustard. The answer to the question, 'do you hear the people sing',
was a chilly and muted no.
Welford
Road can be a noisy and intimidating cauldron at the best of times.
Support for the home team can be fanatical, if occasionally blinkered.
If a team can take the fight to Leicester, then it is possible to
dampen the enthusiasm and quieten the crowd. If you allow them to
come at you though, the crowd gets fired up and you can be in serious
trouble. The Tigers had had all summer to brood over the mauling
they received at HQ and it was obvious from the kick off that this
team was as fired up as it was possible to be. Immediately we lost
possession and spent the first twenty minutes playing on the back
foot. There was relative parity in the scrum, but territory was
conceded too readily and too cheaply. There seemed to be a lack
of aggression at the break down and the ball was turned over far
too easily. Bruno's line out throwing was poor, even though he more
than made amends with his open play and aggressive defence. But
it was in the midfield that we struggled to assert our authority.
For all the brilliant handling and speed of the mercurial Mayor
and the coruscating Bell, their opposite numbers, Gibson and Cornwell,
carved openings through the midfield time after time, bursting through
weak tackles and making ten to fifteen metres. Goode missed an early
penalty. Charlie kicked his penalty comfortably, in spite of the
wind, but you sensed with the dominance the Tigers had, it wouldn't
be long before they were on the score sheet. First a poacher's try
from Murphy, (conversion from Goode) then another by Deacon, after
a flowing cross field move which saw Sale heavily outnumbered on
the flank. Charlie converted another penalty, but we still looked
second best. Following an excellent break from Ripol, after being
shown the outside by Murphy, Charlie spotted a gap in their defensive
line, dummied inside and outpaced Vesty to score under the posts.
Lobbe was replaced towards the end of the half with a chest injury.
In the second quarter we did take the game to them more and at times
had them playing on the back foot, but given the dominance of the
Tigers, the Sharks were lucky to reach half time leading 16 - 12.
Chabal
did not return for the second half, having received an injury prior
to the break. He was replaced by Juan Lobbe. The Tigers began the
second half as aggressively as the first, Corry scoring a try from
a typical Leicester rolling maul. The Sharks responded immediately
with a try from Bruno, powering over in the corner having been fed
by Hodgson. The rest of the game was entertaining but nailbiting
as both teams pressed and strived for that elusive opening. The
Tigers always seemed to pose the biggest threat though. Turner and
Faure were replaced by Sheridan and Evans, Wigglesworth by Foden.
Four penalties were awarded to the Tigers as Sale continued to defend
desperately - 23 -28. The game turned when Chris Jones was yellow
carded for obstruction. It seemed harsh at the time but he had been
warned by the referee on several occasions for infringing at the
breakdown. With that sin binning the game was lost. When a penalty
was awarded to the Tigers on our five metre line and Corry opted
for the scrum, the conclusion seemed inevitable - either a roll
over try or penalty try. After resetting the scrum several times,
the referee awarded a penalty try to the Tigers, citing it seems,
Sheridan for deliberately collapsing the scrum. Game, set and match.
Despite a late rally Sale couldn't find a way through the solid
defensive Leicester line. In the dying moments Hodgson nicked a
lovely through ball behind the Tigers backline for Thomas to chase
on to. He was obstructed by Goode but the referee deemed this offence
as less deliberate than Jones'. The Sale fans were disbelieving,
as were the majority of impartial Tigers fans sat in the Crombie.
A penalty is a penalty is a penalty! After that the game petered
out. When the final whistle went, the Leicester team and crowd were
jubilant. Yes, they had beaten the Champions and yes, they thoroughly
deserved it.
The
mood on the return to Cheshire was sombre. All agreed the best team
had won on the day, as painful as it was to say it. All agreed that
Charlie had been imperious, that Bruno had performed well in open
play, that Maggie and Cuets looked to be getting back to their best
and that it was good to see Andy Sheridan making a first team appearance
again. As the bucks fizz began to flow again, spirits lifted and
the singing began. Are Sale going to retain their championship?
Of course, all agreed, this was just a wake up call. Watch out Northampton
- we're no longer a small team from Cheshire.
Report
by Joe Williams for salesupporters.co.uk
|