The Aftermath of War: Moscrop Game

A game thought to be a war was just that. The field we played at was the old Steveston High field, that hadn't been maintained in years. The field was nothing but mud and if you were a soldier on the field at that time, playing felt like trench warfare.
The conditions were not good and the fact that we were running up and down the field making tackles all the way through did nothing but make it worse. By the end of it we were all the same color, it was kind of an off brown, and the fact that both teams were wearing the same color jerseys made it hard for the referee to make the right calls.
This Moscrop team was not the same as the team we faced last year. They were not the same as last year in the fact that they were more speed and maneuverability over strength and running power. Their "ace" prop was not apart of the team this year, he must have graduated last year. It was a good thing he wasn't there because we only barely lost by 7 points with an end score of 7-0. If he was there I'm absolutely positive that the game would have had a different outcome.
The biggest problem for our Wildcat squad was our inability to catch their players through the mud. The other team had great speed and our stronger hitters were not able to get around the mud as easily and therefor could not make the tackles from a longer distance. The Moscrop team managed to take advantage of this weakness and scored the first try of the game in the first half. With the clock winding down we attempted a kick for points in their zone about 20 feet from the goal line. The final play of the first half was to no avail as "Sanchez" could not convert on the attempt as the score remained 7-0.
Everyone was tired in the huddle at half-time breathing hard and bent over, trying to catch their breath. The players knew that they couldn't give up on each other and managed to catch a second wind to get ready for the next half. The revitalized "Tank" was revved up and ready to go as the second half began. The kick was to us as we marched up field for what seemed like forever, and there we saw it, the opponents end zone. It was only 10 meters away. But time was running out and we were tired, we didn't think that it was possible and the closer we got the further it seemed to get. It was finally the last play of the game as the Wildcats lineup for a "tap-and-go" run from "the Tank". This play involved a tap of the foot on the ball from the scrum-half passing it to the runner who goes for a try, "tap-and-go". The line was 3 meters from their current position as they began the motion for the play, and as "the Tank" begins his motion towards the goal line the impossible happens. He runs through the first wave of tacklers, but only inches from the line, the second wave stuffs him at the line and brings him down to end the game. The once unstoppable force of "the Tank" was brought down by the combined force of multiple rockets.
The Back of the match was Erik Farvholdt
The Forward of the match was Alex Orlov