And on the 7th day…there was to be no resting.
It was a while ago now, but definitely deserves a write up. Sunday 1st March saw Hills 1st XV travel to Meggetland to play Boroughmuir in the cup. At the very same time in a little less exciting place Hills Ladies took on Grangemouth in the Lady Cup.
So the wheels on the bus went round and round and we wound up in Edinburgh, with some nifty driving getting the bus over the teeny wee bridge down to Meggetland.
The day was Christened “No Respect Sunday” by coach Keith, and his chat seemed to do the trick, for a full match report with…details and stuff…see the shiny colourful homepage. The day is mostly a blur for me so I can’t remember much that happened. Mostly it went a little something like this (in a be-bop, hip-hop stylee…)
The bus…anticipation.
Arrive…excitement, fear, and waiting…lots of waiting.
Pre-match chat…oh my word. I want to be one of the chosen ones, I want to play for the badge…good chat. I was ready and raring…and I was only standing on the sidelines.
Warm-up…looking good, excitement.
Game…I think I may have died a little bit of excitement and fear, and general heart failure due to the aforementioned. I think I could feel actual heat coming from Keith with all the stress he was brewing…good travelling support definitely outvoiced the home crowd, if not outnumbering them. The boys were great. All of them, great effort, playing for each other, playing for the team, living up to the potential they always show a glimpse of. The older boys stepped up to the plate, absorbing the pressure, while the youngsters showed what it is that makes Hills special. They far out-played the Borougmuir boys who quickly lost the complacency they came into the game with.
The pack were outstanding in the contact area, quick and ruthless, fighting for everything, Davey was solid and injected a bit of imagination at scrum-half, and put in a fair shift in the breakdown, and the backs were switched on, effective….fabby 
Most of the game was spent on the verge of tears, pridefearexcitement tears. The most painful kind. They fought it out till the end, with Boroughmuir finishing un-deserving winners, leaving with the results they’d expected, but certainly hadn’t earned. Hills couldn’t be faulted. The boys done good.
Chosen one of that week goes to Gaffer, who was playing in his 100th game, and scored an interception try.
Special mention to all. To the travelling support, to Keith and his heart-breaking-rousing-reduce-a-grown-man-to-tears team talks….maybe I’m just being a bit of a girl, but they actually really make me cry, to Grant for injecting a bit of calm to ice down the Keithy influence, and to Kenny for being Mr Organised, remembering all the things that everyone else forgets.
Well done, that Sunday was a day to be part of Hillhead/Jordanhill.
In other news across the city the girlies ran out massive winners against Grangemouth, setting them up for what will hopefully be a good run in the cup. They were to be found by the big bus in gathering darkness on the streets of Grangemouth like a group of hoodied yoofs bopping away to some tremendous old school dance choooons played by MC Wilko from her beautiful Wilk-mobile Pearl.
The end.
