By Leipziger
October 15 2010
As I settled with a pint of Brown Ale in the Marquis of Granby on New Cross Road last night just before kick-off, I reflected that this basic but friendly pub beside Goldsmiths College was a far cry from the classy Thai bar/restaurant by the O2 at which Steve and I had watched the Falcons beat Brive back in 2008. Indeed, it wasn’t even the Walpole down the road, where I watched us lose to Brive later that same year.
I also considered that, in all the 15-odd years I have been watching the Falcons, I could probably count on two hands the amount of times I have watched our team on TV. You see I find it a strange experience, and that is an adjective a number of the students and regulars might have used to describe me last night I suppose, as I regularly shouted at the TV, threw my hands onto my head and even jumped around for a second or two when Luke Fielden scored our try, all on my own.
Actually though, until one rant at the referee in the last couple of minutes I don’t think anyone noticed me. The place was full of first-year students getting to know each other discussing God and the world over a few pints. So when a Montpellier player grabbed one of our lads round the neck in the dying minutes and the referee gave them a penalty, not long after sin-binning Tim Ryan for innocuously grabbing an opponent’s shirt, I was a bit angry and the lad standing next to me unfortunately got it right in the ear.
In my defence I’d been flirting between angry and depressed for most of the second half. But the feeling I remember most this morning is helplessness – at least if I had been at the match as I am normally I could have shouted and sung. What effect that has only the players know but it won’t do any harm. Standing in a pub watching on the TV I felt totally impotent, completely detached. It wasn’t a nice feeling.
It could all have been so different after a competitive first half in which Montpellier’s big-booted scrum-half Benoit Paillaugue hit two penalties, answered by one from the lively Joel Hodgson, and then after half an hour Fielden spun off a defender to touch down in the right corner. As I jumped up and cheered, the relative quiet around me was unnerving. Not that I cared.
A controversial penalty on half-time put Montpellier into the lead 9-8 at the break, but there was much cause for optimism after a period of six or seven minutes in which the home side looked certain to score a try, but our defence held out. The banner on the TV reminding us all that BBC Parliament’s Student Finance Statement was on at 8pm had also not led to anyone asking for the channel to be changed.
Whatever happened in the dressing rooms at half-time, Montpellier came out a more clinical and pacy outfit while the Falcons struggled to get into the game. Even the introduction of Micky Young and then later Rob Vickers and Tim Swinson made little difference to the French side’s domination.
Two more penalties from Paillaugue extended the home lead and finally the try came when Quentin Doumayrou cut through just before the hour. Another penalty and a second try by Seta Tuilevuka sealed a 32-8 win, for which Montpellier were good value, particularly in the second half. Any hopes we had of getting a consolation score late on were hit by an extremely harsh yellow card for Ryan.
So in conclusion, you may see the game better on the TV (although I didn’t feel like that personally) but nothing beats the atmosphere of being at the match. I really can’t wait to get back on the South Stand for Saracens next week now.
