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The Autumn 08 season kicked off for Some Team with the unveiling of the awesome new team jersey, a few new faces and a rusty performance that forced some deep soul searching for all the players.

After some last minute rushing about our new jerseys were numbered and ready for the new season, while a handful of players knew what awesomeness they were to be adorned with, the rest we left in the dark, eagerly anticipating the jersey unveiling ceremony to be held before the first game of Autumn 08.

The boys arrive sporadically, new faces are introduced and pleasantries are exchanged. We wait impatiently for the moment everyone is together so we can cast of our jackets and show the world the finest damn jersey to be worn at a friendly touch competition. The moment arrives and laughter fills the air as jerseys are handed out to the waiting players whom quickly fit themselves in the new formal attire.

We take the field with the paparazzi snapping away trying to land tomorrows front page shot. After a brief warm up and some much needed bomb practice it looked like the celebration of a fresh start for Some Team may be derailed with the opposition 3 players short of the bare minimum to field a team.

As disappointment loomed we set about having a friendly, fast and furious game of five on five until the opposition finally decide to grace us with their presence and take the field with only moments before a forfeit was to be called. It was obvious that we were quite rusty and immediately threw our game plan out the window reverting back to the side to side attack of seasons past. Our defence was quiet and disorganised letting in a few soft tries and bringing down the spirits of a team primed for such great things this season.

Half time was the same old scenario with more chiefs than indians, barking out their own take on a game plan, talking over the top of each other whilst not hearing a single word said. Apart from the length, the second half was identical to the first, misdirected attack and lazy defence let the score blow out 5 to 1. Our only saving grace was a nifty try rob scored from close range much to the delight of his mother cheering on the sidelines.

The siren blew and as we walked from the field, emotions were mixed, it looked like we were in for another season of lackluster attack and scrappy defence, but at least we would look quite striking doing so!