Out of the swirling mists enshrouding a hilltop of Dover came a rugby team like no other before it.

Possessing a style of play that defied interpretation in the conventional sense (others think differently but whose comments are unrepeatable), gasps of amazement were evoked from the small fanatical band that was its supporters (usually Messrs Sampson/Marsh and Honey ) as they witnessed the game.

In awed silence they saw fine displays of juggling, graceful leaps, of which Nureyev would have been proud (but which, more often than not, missed the oncoming sixteen stone prop forward) and the move that was called "Clocktower". This move gained notoriety as a supreme and perfect example of organized chaos and inept man management - bodies strewn left, right and centre but somehow the ball was always misplaced in the resulting melee.

There could be no finer sight on a windy Saturday afternoon than the team bravely huddled together, performing the ceremonial jaw extension to monosyllabic chant of "Where's the .. .... oranges!"

It has been rumoured that next year the players intend to add a degree of sophistication to the game, such as the "sidestep" and a reliable source has even been reported as saying that as-a piece de resistance they are perfecting the "tackle".

The world awaits with bated breath - watch this space.

BDD & MPG

P.S. Thanks to all who played, also to out patient, and long suffering coaches (not forgetting Honey) and-good luck next season.