Challenge Cup Round 2
Kells 42 Underbank Rangers 6 - Saturday, 13th February 2016
After
Underbank's surprising (but thoroughly deserved) victory over treble winners
Leigh Miners Rangers in Round 1 the draw for the Second Round handed them
another tough away trip to Kells.
My initial
thought was who the hell are Kells?? Actually, I had heard of them but the only
thing I knew about them was they are a club playing somewhere near Whitehaven.
So I took to the internet and found out who they were.
To my
surprise they have enjoyed what can only be described as a meteoric rise up the
National Conference League divisions, winning Divisions 3, 2 and 1 in quick
succession and now find themselves about to embark on their first campaign in
the Premier Division. Not only that but they have been tipped by some in
the know as favourites to win this division as well.
So after
some further digging around to find out where and when the game will be played
I convinced the better half to join me and we drove up to the west coast of Cumbria
on a cold, but sunny, Saturday morning.
Prior to
setting off I had to check where their ground was on Google Maps. I managed to find the clubhouse ... but no
sign of the pitch! In the end I
messaged the club’s Twitter feed hoping that some kind soul would reply back,
and lo and behold, I received a reply from Russ to say their Old Arrowthwaite
pitch was at the top end of the village – separate from the clubhouse and
dressing rooms.
We arrived in
plenty of time and decided to try out the local cuisine (a
pint in the bar). We were a bit confused
as to how to get into it and the first door we checked saw us almost end up in
the players dressing rooms (I hadn’t brought my boots with me so decided I
should probably leave).
We found a free
table in the packed bar area where many of the fans were looking forward to the
game. Kells had whitewashed Nottingham
Outlaws 30-0 in the previous round and were favourites again for this
encounter. Just as I was finishing my
pint, Russ spotted me and came over to introduce himself and handed me a complimentary
team sheet.
As I wasn’t
entirely sure where the pitch was, we finished our drinks and followed some
locals two minutes down the hill to the pitch – a pitch that was situated on
the edge of the West Cumbrian coast and looked to be very open to the elements.
After paying one of the two 'turnstile operators' our £2 entry fees (there were no
turnstiles so that’s the best way my wife could describe them as they tried,
often unsuccessfully, to stop people passing them without paying) we arrived at
a rather surreal situation. One side of the
pitch seemed to so close to the cliff edge there may be a worry it might erode
into the sea at some point in the future, and the other side backed into the
rear of some semi-detached and terraced houses where homeowners could come out
of their back gate, walk a couple of paces, and be at the pitch side.
Thankfully
the wind and rain stayed away and the game was as thrilling an encounter as I’d
hoped it would be. Kells took an early lead,
only to be pegged back by Underbank, but it was Kells who struck again before
half time to take a 12-6 lead into the break.
During the
first half I noticed a distinct lack of ball-boys. It did cross my mind weather there had been
some local tragedy at past games where one of the younger volunteers had been ‘lost
at sea’ trying to reclaim a match ball that had strayed off course in the high
coastal winds and therefore others were no longer willing to offer their
services.
Into the
second half and Kells asserted their dominance.
Unfortunately for Underbank there would be no repeat of their heroics
from two weeks previous as the home side turned up the heat and added five more
converted tries with the help of their bigger, more powerful forwards.
It threatened
to turn ugly late on as for the second game running Underbank were handed a man
advantage when Kells’ Stand Off was sent off, but by then the game was already won. As would be the norm a player who is sent off
usually goes in for an early bath but as the dressing room was almost half a
mile from the pitch the only thing he could do was stand talking to his family
and friends “wishing he had done something to be sent off for”.
Once the
final whistle blew it was a short walk back to the clubhouse to use the facilities
before setting off down the road to Barrow to catch up with the family.
So Kells join
the other eight NCL sides who move onto the Third Round where the League 1
teams enter the fray and the possibility of drawing anything from a West Cumbrian
derby with Wath Brow Hornets or a trip to the south of France in two weeks time.
Dear god,
please not Toulouse away!!