The Shammies
It wasn't so much ecstasy as relief, as I ambled across the car park at TG Milner Field, Eastwood. Kit bag draped over the shoulder and beer in hand. I made my way toward the sheds, to remove my Petersham RUFC jersey for the last time. This time, a Kentwell Cup winning jersey. Others opted to keep the sweat sodden jersey on their person until the schooners stopped flowing at some time on Monday. I applaud that. Some twenty to thirty minutes earlier the referee had blown full time, to end Drummoyne's hopes of a Lazarus like comeback. Our pace, precision and points in the latter stages of the first half had flipped the final on it's head and were ultimately sufficient to secure victory. The pitch, itself a little dusty and in need of rest, was swiftly usurped by Maroon and Blue, some faces familiar, others I didn't recognise. All unified by a passion for Petersham RUFC, and an overwhelming sense of pride in what the club had achieved - not only the Kentwell Cup Prem