There are few more exhilarating sights in the game of touch than that of Frank Farmer weaving, dodging and sidestepping his way down the field, particularly considering that for once he had the ball with him.
Frank scored his first try in a career spanning in excess of 60 years; first try following first time that he has caught a pass in excess of 60 years.
What a great day it was.
All the old faces were there: Neil Lancaster, Donny ‘O’Lonesome me’ Gibson, Don “Sporronface” Taylor, Vancey - even Brian Airey, appropriately kitted-out, sneaked in when it was safe to assume he wouldn’t have to play.
All present at the Dennis Todd inspired, annual memorial touch day.
The annual event, played between the Wombats and The Hogs, in memory of our fallen comrades, Levitt, Reko, Phil ‘Boss Hog’ himself and others, attracted 31 hardy, aging players.
The one minutes silence preceding the game was for them as much as for those of the gathering who might expire during the 60 minutes of touch played as tradition dictates, in the middle of the day in 30 plus degree heat.
Fortunately, none did.
Mr Tood - a Wombat to his strapping confused all and sundry by playing with the Hogs.
But it all became clear when someone reminded us that Dennis always plays on the winning team and it was obviously the Hog’s turn for victory.
John Isedale, running off the cunning passes of Nev Dillon, provided the Hogs with plenty of fire power and the late arrival of fresh legs in the form of Mick Vaughan who gave his usual impression of a three month old puppy running around making a nuisance of himself, posed huge defensive problems for the Wombats.
All that aside, it was obviously young Martin Purcell’s day.
He stole the show dancing, feinting, will-o-the-wisp running, turning up to take that vital final pass - all despite carrying topweight of 90kg’s!
He and Toddy’s body Matt kept the Wombats in the game.
Despite the jibes of several of the wives concerning warriors showing their age, the day was a howling success; there was cloud cover and the temperature never got above 34 degrees.
Thirty apparently misguided people seemed to quite enjoy themselves.
Fittingly, the trophy went to the Hogs; Gibson summed it all up when he was heard to remark, “I know it’s five tries a piece, but who won?
‘And of course it was the Hog’s turn.
Players to stand out were Gordon Stead, Rob Hurdwell - who both ran around like five year olds - Brian Elliott as always, Robbo the Ref who scored an opportunist try from an up and under and Steve Boyd because of his excellent esky-on-wheels.
Man of the match, Les ‘Porky’ Hewitt said after the game, “we must be mad,” he was right.