Mayday saw the UR7s Academy boys journey down to the South Coast for their first tournament of the season.
An oft used cliche in sport is the concept of a ‘journey’ but for our U15s none could be more apt. Our juniors met 10 months ago at The UR7s Residential Camp long on enthusiasm but lacking in structure! Over the year they’ve put the work in, learnt their craft and evidently become mates and we were looking forward to unleashing them immensely.
The Lychett Minster 7s is a wonderful tournament. Its whats 7s is all about. A local club, dedicating themselves to the aim of putting on a competent and competitive tournament where the emphasis is on a thrilling days 7s. Its one we’ve played at many times, and one we look forward to continuing to support.
Spirits were high after the presentation of the jerseys, but soon enough it was game time and focus was required. Tristan Barnes lead the boys out for the first match versus Oaks and they fled the traps like caged animals and brought an intensity the opposition couldn’t live with. A hat trick from Gabriel [SURNAME] was the meat in a try sandwich with most getting on the scoresheet. A great nerve settler, but sterner tests would come.
A minor team reshuffle greeted the home side Lychett Minster, but the outcome was the same if not more emphatic. Braces from Tristan Barnes, Dean HL and Ben Fett were the basis of a victory that saw the ball moved with pace and accuracy at any opportunity.
The final group game against Weymouth was a step up, but their bigger more athletic boys were suffocated by ravenous defence lead by Billy Baker and Felix Gilbert with an impactful contribution from Ben Anthony. By this stage Tom Vogel when not searing down the wing could be found Ging up the troops demanding a relentless approach to victory.
Ongar was the last hurdle before the final and again UR7s set the tone from second one with swarming defence, strong comms and clinical passing. Barney King helped himself to a hat trick roaming from centre, to hooker to wing - a real utility threat. Jago Ford wasn’t far behind sniping two from half back with cheeky play and intelligent support lines.
The only thing between UR7s and the loot was a sizeable and undefeated Wimbourne side. Once again our defence was mighty, closing down their time and space, forcing errors which lead to UR7s touchdowns. Ben Fett who threatened all day with his pace created problems and once again Nilly Baker was the muscle, marauding around the park tackling and ripping anything that moved. It wasn’t all smash though with Tom Allan (whose still only u14) adding a touch of class with a nigh on length of the field try after a smooth show and go.
By the time the final whistle blew UR7s had conceded just one try all tournament, a cheeky tap and go in the final. Throughout the defence was committed, the passing slick and the teamwork selfless. Other than picking the team the, the boys took responsibility, motivated themselves and were deserving of the trophy.
Roll on SW7s Champs at Cleve in a couple weeks time!