::: Alice and the Caterpillar ::: 29th June 96 ::: Oxford :::

--- A tournament report by David M, David L and Luke ---

On Saturday, we had a Team of 15:
 Jim, Tom, James, Mike F., Mike from Utah, Ian,
 David M., David L., Graham, Natalie, Luke, Phil, Ken, 
 Andy from Bedford, Al.
On Sunday, we lost Phil (for the 1st game), and
 David L., Ken and Mike.

We were seeded at 5th at the top of pool B.
Our first game was against
=== Toxic === (Kent University @ Canterbury)
We won 14-0, and gradually began to work together well as a team.

Our second game was against
=== Calamary Celts ===
There was a strong wind and we traded points to 4-3 or so, in an even
game; then scored the crucial upwind point and scored again to get a
lead of 3. We won 9-4.  High points - Ds by Tom and Jim and David.

=== Spanish Inquisition (a mostly Dutch team) ===
We scored first upwind point and proceeded to go up 8-0 in spite of
strong wind then they came back quite strong and fast and we had to
work hard to win 13-7.  Their postgame call was a stirring anthem in
praise of Domo Vla, a species of custard.

Sitting in the chilly summer breeze after a delightful romp with the
Spanish Inquisition (who, fittingly, were mostly from the
Netherlands), one thought comes to mind: David MacKay's manic D and
Jimmer's big hucks.  No, two thoughts come to mind: David MacKay'
manic D, Jimmer's big hucks and Mike Flintoff's fakes...Sitting in the
chilly summer breeze after a delightful rompy frolic with the Spanish
Inquisition, three thoughts come leaping to mind: David MacKay's manic
D, the immense hucks of Jimmer, the cheeky fakes of Michael Flintoff
and James' dislocated hip. Sitting, freezingly on the chilly summer
breeze torn grass, scant minutes after an intensely frolicsome
rompette with the Inquisition of Spain, four flashes of thought
dribble across my mind: the maniacal D of David MacKay, the monstrous
hucks of Jimmer, the coquettish fakes of Michael Flintoff, the
tragically hip dislocating fall of James and the skin tight marking of
Natalie Visser (and her new muscles). Sitting in the arctic blast of
the snowy wasteland hurricane...oh bollocks, it's the next game...

This win put us into a crossover game to play against the sharks to
get into the top four.  We came out a bit less intense than the
occasion warranted and went two down at the start, then played a
really close game coming back to 5-5. Jim wins the honors for best
Strange Blue layout with an offensive screaming dive along the line.
In the end it was capped when we were at 7-5 (down) and then we ended
up losing 9-6. We were still playing well together but tiredness was
showing in our D and we were still laboring under a strange, game-long
inabilty to connect in the end-zone. Thus endeth our run of wins
against Oxford.

Party: Aunt Sally competition won by High Pie
with Strange Blue, Toxic and GB masters second.

Sunday - at our seeding, fifth, we're in plate
position (the top four - GB masters, Catch 22.1,
VH and Sharks - are having a cuddly little
knockout by themselves). 
Our first game was against Albatross at the ungodly
hour of 9am. We won 13-2.

Our second game, in a strong wind,
was against sneeeky's and we
started by going ahead 2 (breaking their zone), 
then losing the lead, then
going ahead 2 again, etc. etc. When the hooter
went we were down 10-7. We pulled back two
but then ended up losing 12-9.
Phil scored numerous points in the endzone.

Disappointed not to be in the plate final,
our final was against spanish inquisition again.
We went up 8-1 then the feared comeback 
didn't materialize and we won 13-2.

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	Summary from Graham:
  ... we had some close, hard and fun 
games, particularly against the Sharks, Sneeekies and the Spanish 
Inquisition (a pick up team from Holland). We were outplayed by Sharks 
late on Saturday for a place in the final four but could have beaten 
Sneeekies on Sunday to get into the plate final. We ended up seventh, 
behind the Masters, Violently Happy, Catch-22, Sharks, 
Sneeekies and the Blues Arsed Flies (who were looking forward to playing us 
after our classic game against them in the plate final at Nottingham), in 
that order. 

Spirit: Spanish Inqusition and High Pie.

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And a final contribution from the man of the match:

James Metcalfe is my name and playing Ultimate is my game.
The next best thing to sex is a layout D in 
the last minute of extra time on the most 
important point, when the score is evens.

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