A poor start leaves the Hammers a hill to climb

A warmer than expected mid-October day saw the Hammers take on their latest opposition in Tunbridge Wells, a team who had started the season well. With the sun shining down at Hurlingham, and anticipation was building in the hope for our first league win.

Kick off saw a pressure filled chase with the Hammers hunting their first collision. The desire to get off the line and make an impact early on was halted quickly, with our ever impressing lumberjack 7 giving away a high tackle with his first shot. A well executed lineout, some quick hands in the backs, and a good kick in behind caught the hammers cold. 7 points down after just a minute gone.

Eager to put their poor start behind them, the hammers regained possession in Tunbridge’s half, looking to build a strong attacking platform. Silly errors saw Wells turn the ball over and score a break away try. 14-0. 21-0 and then 28-0. The Hammers desperately needed t respond and gain a foothold in the game.

Finally, some possession. All 8 of the Hammers pack, aggressively working round the corner and calmly holding the ball, gave the back line their first opportunity to cause some havoc. On his 100th appearance for the club, Joe C delayed the pass perfectly allowing Jake Paul aka The Pound Shop Ibiza Boss to break the line and score. 28-7.

The match saw Joe Carolan hit 100 caps.

This momentum shift was huge, and the Hammers were hungry for more. Again, the pack stayed in the fight at maul time, and a well ‘engaged’ rumble allowed hooker Dan H over the line. 28-14. A come back on?

The first half ended 35-14 after The Hammers were caught napping down the blindside of the scrum in their 22. Despite slow start costing them early points, they remained very much alive in the fight.

The second half saw more of the same. Hammersmith absorbing lots of pressure on their own line, building pressure up the pitch, but silly mistakes costing them chances to make a dent to the scoreboard. Karma really does exist, Marshall suffering a harsh yellow card, serving him right for publicly mugging me off mid week on the group chat. HA. 😉

A classic Tim Russell counter attack was finished off, giving the Hammersmith fans and players the hunger to chase for a bonus point.

Another strong mauling effort from the Hammers pack saw our skipper crash over giving the boys a much needed and deserved try bonus point.

I think it’s fair to say there was a huge step forward in attacking presence, patience on the ball, and desire to stay in the fight for the full 80. Things are genuinely coming together, week by week, session by session, and this is reflected in the recent performances. Heading into this weekend, there should be much excitement building in this group, with 2, hopefully 3 massive fixtures.

Of course shout out to Dan & Emily on their engagement this week, and to Joe for 100 up for the club – massive congratulations to both on behalf of everyone at Hammersmith and Fulham.

#COMYH

The 2s continue their winning run!

One of London’s fiercest rivalries took place this past Saturday as the Bastard 2s faced Belsize Park. Once a few reluctant youths were cleared from the pitch, the stage was set for a great match under the October sun.

The game got off to an interesting start, with Belsize coming out strong. Dominating much of the possession in the first half, they began to rack up points against the Bastards. The boys put their bodies on the line, with some huge hits from the likes of Kioko and Yarwood. The Bastards managed to force several penalties in the opposition half and opted to go for the sticks. However, despite Weaver’s best efforts, nothing quite came of it

Towards the end of the first half, the Bastards started to gain more possession, with strong carries from Dan N and Nursey looking promising. After some great phase play, Max D managed to get one down in the corner just before halftime, leaving the score at 19–5 to Belsize.

A rousing team talk from Nugget, calling for more grit across the field, set the tone for the second half.

Belsize received the kickoff and began building through their phases, but the Bastards’ defensive line held firm. Big shots began to rain in just as Nugget had insisted. Before long, the wise Ben H demonstrated he still had it by reading the attack play and running a 50 meter intercept.

This really gave the boys a sense of confidence and we continued to build. Passes that wouldn’t stick in the first half started to land, tackles weren’t slipping, and the lineouts began to click.

More excellent phase play followed, and Max D was once again in the corner for his second try of the match.

A short while after the restart, we forced a knock on in the opposition’s 22, leading to a scrum. Rumour has it Mitch called that he’d charge down their kick. Sure enough, by the time I’d untangled myself from the front row, the ball was rolling over their try line after a successful charge down from Mitch, with Kris there to dot it down.

Belsize came back at us hard, but the boys defended brilliantly, winning a turnover on our own five metre line. Huge hits from Dylan had Nugget visibly emotional with pride by this point (pretty sure I saw a tear).

From there, we kicked upfield, won the lineout, and set a powerful maul before Welsh Tom hit a hard line, broke a few tackles, and went over under the sticks.

To keep the three fans on the sideline entertained, we allowed Belsize one more try before the end. But it wasn’t enough… After an almighty comeback, the Bastards sealed a 36–26 victory.

A great first outing for me with the Bastards, and I’m looking forward to many more.

A ruthless display, and a Krispy Kreme-fuelled shutout

A trip north to Pinner and Grammarians was on the cards for a very strong looking third XV. The crowd (two dogs and someone’s girlfriend) were treated to a glorious October day, and a red and white performance that was as sharp as the studs on Rob McKeon’s illegally long boots.

Pinner started brightly, moving the ball well and even threatening the Hammers’ half in the opening exchanges. But as quickly as they arrived, they evaporated — folding like a dodgy camping chair as soon as the first big carry came their way.

That carry, inevitably, came from Will Keyte. Man of the Match for a reason, he bulldozed through the middle of the park like a man late for his train and unwilling to walk around tourists. His carries had the Pinner back row checking their life insurance, and his work rate in defence was equally punishing.

The Hammers only led at half time 12-0 after a slow start, with the scores coming from Rob McKeon after a solid line out maul and Oscar Newcombe touching down after some good phase play, and truth be told were hampering themselves by trying a little too hard to score. However once the gates opened, it was a procession. A brace each from Fergus Cassidy and Gabe (surname TBC pending bar tab settlement) set the tone for a second half try-fest with the aforementioned wrecking ball Keyte completing the rout. In fairness, the boys probably left three or four more out there.

(Well, George Riley certainly did. A clear run-in, the line begging, the crowd already celebrating — and then… SPLAT. The ball hit the turf like a dropped pint. A clear-cut Dick of the Day only just beating Olly Bennett to the free pint by the skin of his teeth for doing the very same thing but only a bit further out! To coin a phrase from Al “it’s a game of inches”).

Despite the scoreboard domination, it wasn’t all rosy. Kick-off reception remains the Achilles heel of the 3s — with several restarts going uncontested, unclaimed, or simply misunderstood. Something to work on before sterner tests arrive.

In defence, however, the Hammers were granite. Pinner huffed and puffed, but the red wall stood firm. Not one single point conceded — a rare feat at this level, and a source of particular pride as the full-time whistle blew. Captain Rob McKeon, ever the showman, celebrated the clean sheet by literally handing out doughnuts to the squad afterwards — courtesy of a post-match box of Krispy Kremes. Poetry.

With fish balls and salt beef sandwiches laid out post-match (a combo someone described as “curiously Baltic”), the squad retired to the Temperance, carried by the Overground and several cans of Stella. Spirits high. Arms tired. Shirts stained.

A dominant win. A team finding its rhythm. And an ominous sign for whoever lines up across from them next.

The Hammers Vets are back!

Age is just a number

And that number is 17 – the 17th October to be exact, when the Hammers Vets – The SledgeHammers – return to vets league Rugby after a hiatus of several years due Hyrox season, a weird marathon fetish, or gout, depending on who you talk to you, but that’s not the point – the point is that Hammersmith & Fulham RFC Vets are back!

This Friday at 7:30pm, Hammers legends of yesteryear will take the field in a much awaited return to league Rugby. The match is being played against London Cornish but at London Welsh’s Old Deer park, and the bar will be open, so Hammers of all ages, mens and womens, are welcome to head down, grab a Guinness, and show some support!

And there is always room for one more, so if you fancy a run, bring your boots!

Get keen.

The Hammers Are Back!

Hammers are back baby! After a long and lonely summer, with only bright sunshine, bbq and beers, and pain-free Sunday mornings to get us through these dark and dreary months your favourite South West London amateur sports club is once again competing in Region 1 South Central and kicking off the season against newly promoted Farnham. With some new faces dotted throughout a largely familiar 1st XV, our new Director of Rugby Ryan Gregory looked to blend fresh vigour with experienced heads.

Hammers were playing into the wind and kicking off to start the match, flyhalf Ollie Weaver steps up confidently, has a few practice bounces for good measure, smoothly pulls back the right peg as he drops the ball and then… completely misses the ball. Slightly rosy cheeked, the Hammers flyhalf does his best Oliver Twist impression when he turns pleadingly to the ref to ask for just one more attempt please sir. The ref regretfully denies Mr Weaver his breakfast ball and awards a scrum to Farnham on the halfway line. Slightly bemused, the Farnham pack approaches wondering if the new Hammers head coach has come from the Rassie Erasmus school of out of the box coaching methods, and whether they are about to get a rogering at the forthcoming set piece. 2 minutes later the ball was away from the scrum cleanly, Farnhams newly promoted minds at ease that Andrew Rogan was not Thomas du Toit’s older brother and they can live with the levels of scrummaging in Regional 1 rugby.

Hammers proceeded to spend the first fifteen minutes of the game exploring every possible avenue to put themselves under pressure. We had; penalties, 50/22s, loose offloads, kicking straight to touch, missing touch from penalties, knock ons, and more. The get out of jail free card for this period was the excellence of the pack at defensive line outs. Last years barnstorming second row partnership, Seb Rivett and skipper Tom Proctor have been promoted to play 7 and 8 respectively, making way for Alex Spicer, newly returned from the antipodes where he was sent by the home office to undergo a thorough in-person inspection of the Australian unemployment line. Lining up alongside him in the engine room and providing some welcome heft at set piece is a new Hammer this year, Luke Wilson. These four proceeded to make life hell for the Farnham hooker, pinching his first three throws and forcing his next two to end up too long.

After weathering this early and self-inflicted storm, Hammers started to play some more fluent rugby. New centre partnership Sandy Duncan and Charlie Scott both carried strongly and linked together well before a contestable box kick was hoisted high by scrumhalf and eventual man-of-the-match Ben Dugdale. Several hammers pressured the Farnham fullback but Tim ‘Le Snack’ Russell rose highest to claim the ball, and then offloaded nicely out of contact to his fellow winger ‘1.6kms O’Connor’ who raced away to bag the first score of the match. Upon the resumption of play Hammers smoothly exited the restart, with another excellent chase winning a penalty in midfield which gave an attacking lineout on the Farnham 22. Hammers worked through the phases from this set piece nicely before coming back to the short side to release fullback Marshall MacLeod on the break who had Tim Russell on his shoulder to give a 2 on 1 with the fullback and Timmy strolled over to give Hammers a 12-0 lead.

After the restart and Hammers exit another Farnham overthrow at lineout time gave debutant Gus Wilbourn room to stretch his legs and he made a fine break deep into Farnham’s half, with the move only breaking down due to some illegal defence from the Farnham winger and a penalty awarded to hammers. Alas, touch was missed and Farnham worked the ball wide to break down the opposite wing. The next ten minutes were spent in the Hammers half, with both teams playing back and forth before a series of mistakes and penalties gave Farnham extended time on the Hammers line, eventually scoring out wide. It was a well-earned return from a period of extended pressure.

The next two Farnham scores were less well-earned and more gifted it has to be said. The Hammers restart went straight to touch, and from the scrum Farnham broke through in midfield to get into the Hammers 22, before spreading it wide to score again. The next restart was kept infield, and Hammers managed to get a charge down of the attempted Farnham exit. However a soft turnover in a midfield carry gave the ball back to Farnham and they kicked deep into a disorganised Hammers backfield. Scrambling to cover, MacLeod proceeded to completely guddle the catch straight into the path of two Farnham chasers who couldn’t believe their luck and hacked the ball all the way to the hammers try line and only some tidy defensive cover from Ben Dugdale saved a score. However it was merely a stay of execution as Farnham got the shove on from the 5m scrum before their number 8 picked and carried over to score. Hammers were reeling from this rapid fire trio of scores and went into the sheds at halftime 12-17 down, having been in complete control at the 30 minute mark.

In the second half the game opened up a fair bit although still played mostly between the 22s, both teams feeling the strain of the first real 40 mins of the season and gaps opening up. Hammers had brought on substitutes Dan Whitaker, Dan Hostetler, and Emile Binse and all three brought energy and aggression. Farnham struck first, a halfbeak through the tackle followed by an excellent offload and a missed tackle in backfield and they were under the sticks again to go 12-24 ahead. Time for some Gallic flair. A set piece move off a Hammers scrum, with an excellent offload from Charlie, and then great hands from Tim and Miles sent Emile scampering down the left wing, before he pulled off a one handed offload back in to Miles that was more french than an adulterous snail surrendering in a garlic field. Miles scored in the corner and at 17-24 the game was back on.

With their tails up, Hammers forced repeated penalties from the Farnham defence resulting in a yellow card but could not turn this pressure into points. Farnham turned the tables with two lineout steals on the bounce, before Alex Spicer confused his support runners with an attempted goosey in midfield, and as they stared astonished Farnham managed to pilfer possession. From this turnover Farnham broke down the left wing before spreading the ball across and scoring on the right side, 17-29. From the restart Emile and Timmy broke down the wing unfortunately the finishing pass just wasn’t held, but a Farnham penalty gave Hammers a lineout deep in their 22. The call was to the back (shock) and a well executed throw and maul rumbled over the line, conversion made leaving it 24-29.

For the last five minutes Hammers fought hard to get into the Farnham half and were putting pressure on them through multiple strong carries and quick phases however a knock on in dead time killed their hopes of a comeback. Credit to Farnham, a very strong start at Regional 1 and if they continue to take their chances as they did at Hurlingham Park then Hammers will not be the last scalp they claim this season. Hammers were hot and cold, at times looking resplendent and at others with more cobwebs than Rogan’s wallet when he finally gets a round in. Hammers go away to Maidenhead next week and then host Old Alleynians at Hurlingham.

The 2s give up a 1st half lead. Vow vengeance.

Game week 2 saw the Hammers face an old foe: Belsize Park – our bogey team. The posh boys of Regent’s Park, all soft hands, soft pitches, and even softer chat. Revenge was on the menu, and the boys rocked up hungry.

The setting? Regent’s Park. A deceptively pretty battlefield: lush grass, lined trees, and the faint whiff of oat milk lattes drifting from nearby picnic blankets. But beneath it all: bruises, heartbreak, and a long history of great battles.

Overhead, the skies were clear but as we took our positions, a dark cloud seemed to fall over the pitch… I muttered to myself, “A storm is coming.”

Without missing a beat, our 10, Sammy Smith, replied: “We are the storm.”

And we were off.

From the off, it was a battle of attrition. Collisions echoing round the park as bone clashed with bone, belly with belly, and the early rumblings of some god-awful Belsize chat began to creep in. But it was Belsize who struck first, A couple of 50/50 decisions that gave a glimpse of how the next 80 minutes might unfold. They crashed over hard and heavy to make it 5–0 to the home side.

Hammers found themselves 5–0 down after 10 minutes, déjà vu from Horsham last week creeping in…. Was this another wobble? Could the mighty Hammers turn it around? The heavy-duty forwards, built like tanks but surprisingly nimble for men who probably think “cardio” is a fancy cheese earned a string of penalties deep in Belsize territory. Eventually, the pressure told. Classic Belsize, resorting to some dirty tactics offside and high tackles galore led to a penalty try. The home side were lucky not to see yellow, but the Hammers weren’t done yet.

Belsize 5-7 Hammers

With the heavens holding off, it was time for Sammy Smith to wave his magic wand. A lineout in the middle of the park set the stage Queen shape looked like he was gearing up for a mighty punch up the middle, but it was just a clever ruse. The ball spun wide to the man writing this very report, aka the Welsh wizard in midfield. As the Belsize 13 shot out the line like a startled meerkat, a perfectly floated pass sailed over the
overenthusiastic outside centre. Dan Hindle then sliced through a gap, showing prolific pace and skill to outpace the fullback from 20 meters out, extending the Hammers’ lead with the try of the day.

The lads wearing 9–15 rolled the dice once more. With the Bastards pack showing no mercy, we earned an attacking scrum five metres out, prime real estate for more carnage. A few thunderous carries later, Belsize strayed offside again, and with the advantage in his back pocket (alongside some miscellaneous items from the night before), up stepped our number 10: S. “Money” Smith.

Ghosting through the Belsize defence like a man chasing the last night bus, he looked certain to score, until the old legs betrayed him, caught just short of the line. But this wasn’t his first rodeo.

In true Bastards fashion, S.Money pulled off a ridiculous flick out the back with his outside arm, straight into the grateful mitts of Dan Hindle, who dotted down for his second of the day. Champagne rugby. Bastards’ rugby. Same old same old really.

Despite some….. creative interpretations of the laws at ruck time, Belsize managed to commit a series of questionable acts on their way to the try line, ugly, but effective. They clawed one back just before the break, making it 12–19 to the Hammers at halftime. The second half hung in the balance for the opening 15 minutes, both sides trading blows with nothing in it until, to our dismay, Belsize levelled the game and then took the lead with back-to-back tries, swinging momentum their way.

But the fight never left the Bastards. That said, the rugby gods were clearly in a mischievous mood. A brief cameo of chaos came courtesy of a certain loosehead prop who shall remain nameless attempting a Johan Cruyff turn on our own five-metre line, only to stack it heroically into touch. From the resulting pressure, Belsize grabbed the final score of the day.

The Bastards fought to the final whistle, chasing a losing and try bonus point with everything left in the tank. But the battle was lost. Battered and bruised, we stood bloodied but unbowed warriors who had given all on foreign soil.

As the dust settled over Regent’s Park, one truth lingered in the air like smoke from the trenches: this war is not over. The rematch looms in three weeks’ time and next time, we’re bringing the fight home.

Roll credits. Scene fades. Vengeance loading..

A perfect start for the 2s!

First League game of the season. The day when boys become men, men become wheezy, and the Bastards discover whether anyone actually did enough pre-season. The Bastards arrived with quiet menace for their latest test against Horsham 2s.

Horsham arrived with a heavyweight pack and a backline fresh from GCSE results day, but looking eager to stretch their legs after last season’s narrow win. Hammers kicked off, Horsham spilled, and it was scrum down – Hammers ball. Horsham flexed early with a dominant shove, stealing possession and running it back at us. A penalty soon followed, pinning us deep in our own half. A couple of sloppy errors later and Horsham were over for the softest of opening tries.

0–5 Horsham.

A wobble? Not so. Geoff Mahon stepped up with a clinical penalty kick, steadying the ship at 3–5. From there, the Bastards began to show teeth — showing Horsham it’s not about going in hard and fast, but knowing when to finish.

With no replacements in sight, the front row trio of Dan Ah Kuoi, Paddy O’Toole, and Ed Wynne were staring down 80 minutes of graft. Luckily, months of strict summer conditioning – avoiding cardio like my ex avoids my calls – had them primed for the task. The lineout was a banker all afternoon, with Paddy ‘The Nuke’ O’Toole lobbing darts all day. The first big blow landed via Dylan Bilski: a beautifully worked maul rumbled forward, the tiniest of gaps appeared, and Dylan snuck through it like an illegal through the southern border. Geoff’s boot made it 10–5. Another penalty soon after stretched the lead to 13–5, the Bastards heading into half-time ahead but well aware Horsham weren’t done.

The second half began like the first: Horsham piling on pressure. Their persistence finally paid off with a converted try, bringing it to 13–12. The Bastards bent but did not break – the defensive work rate from Kioko Searle-Mbullu and Thomas Hughes in open defensive play delivering some menacing hits.

Then came the surge. From inside our own half, our attacking shape began to pay off. A well-worked tip followed by offloads that actually found hands carried us to within the 20. Out to the backs, ball whipped wide, offloads sticking and, inevitably, Nursey got over the try line.

20–12.

After a bruising spell of back-and-forth attack, neither side gave an inch. Up stepped Hugo Vati, scything through defenders and wrestling his way across the line to give Hammers breathing room.

Enter Bryce, earning his MOTM. Spotting Horsham napping, Geoff chipped a high ball off a quick penalty. Bryce tore after it, shrugged off two tacklers, and thundered over. Clinical. Ruthless. Jouer.

30–12.

Horsham, to their credit, weren’t done. They hammered away for the last 10 minutes, finally crossing with four minutes to play. 30–19. The Bastards dug in one last time, bodies on the line, defence staunch to the final whistle.

Full Time

Hammersmith & Fulham 2nd XV 30 – 19 Horsham 2nd XV

A win forged in grit, sweat, and the sheer willpower of a squad with fewer subs than Sam Walker’s OnlyFans. Six debutants announced themselves with storming entrances, Geoff’s boot was red-hot all afternoon, and the forwards controlling the breakdown.

The Bastards are back.

 

3rd XV fall away at the end

The sunny late summer skies of South West London greeted Hammersmith & Fulham 3rd XV to Hurlingham Park with a cheer, as they marched out to battle for the first time this season.

Great credit must go to the ground staff, who turned a baking midsummer sandpit into a luscious garden in a little over 4 weeks. Though they have our thanks, concerns have been raised of the financial position of the club, after it became apparent HFRFC can no longer afford a lawnmower.

More greenfield than barren wasteland? Yes. More jungle than lawn? Also yes. Perhaps we should all pay our subs…

Today’s opponents: London Wasps. Physical, experienced, and out for revenge after succumbing to a narrow, last-gasp defeat at Hammers last season.

Wasps started strongly. Kicking off into a stiff breeze, they kept the spirited and enthusiastic Hammers pinned back; the ball barely troubling the half-way line for the first 10 minutes.

Largely the Wasps attack was excellent, with Hammers winger Fergus Cassidy forced into an important early 1 on 1 tackle, and full-back Serhii Shostak resourcefully covering a dangerous kick through on the line,

The Wasps pack huffed and puffed, with multiple penalties kicked to the corner – only to be stifled by Red & White muscle. Tackles rained down on the insect men. A strong and experienced Hammers pack led from the front, buoyed by the long-awaited return to playing action of club stalwart Adam Stannard at seven, and The Anchor of Seb Money at tighthead.

Try? No! Held up – inside centre Sam Smith electing to find the field of play this time, with the goal-line drop-out that followed (see attempt #1 in highlights for “how far can a man kick a ball illegally into touch”).

Eventually the Black & Gold wanna-bees broke through from short range.

0-5 Wasps.

James McKendry, fly-half and eventual MOTM on debut, stuck a beautiful kick up in the swirling breeze and Hammers put their foot to the floor. The 2025/26 season was about to kick off.

McKendry, Smith, and Jones marshalled and manhandled their opponents in the midfield, combining with Hammers jackal threats Harry Stratford (6) and Rob Harris (8) to chop boys down and turn them over.

Length of the field breaks, neat interplay, structured, well-supported, hard line runners off reliable Rochette at 9 and magic McKendry at 10, led to two tries in quick succession (Smith ghosting through two lazy runners; loosehead Farrer bundling through four of them).

14-5 Hammers.

Mighty, meaty Wasps could not handle the pace of play.

Hold on, it’s another! That’s three in 5 minutes! Hammers forwards set (another) beautiful platform off a scrum in their own 22, and the backs run a set play.

A looping McKendry finds Tim Jones at 13, who gallops 50 yards downfield before cutting in on the last man. The pass over the top is perfect – no! – it’s slapped back by Wasps – but yes! – it’s gathered by Smith for his second, he’s under the posts…

But wait – what’s this?

The ref has called play back for a penalty for… Hammers? A slap down by Wasps? A backwards slap down by Wasps? Is that a rule? And Smith went on to score?

Bizarre, and nonsensical. And surely – if correct – a yellow and a penalty try to go with it? A scandalous decision.

Hammers turn down the 3 points again and again, electing to keep Wasps penned in their half against the wind. A failing Hammers lineout was the only thing keeping Wasps in the game, but as half time is called, Wasps turnover and break the length of the field…

Half-time: 14-12.

Hammers, disappointed not to be up by more, started the second half strongly.

Immediate dominance daw them score again through stand-in Captain ‘Kim Jong’ Hennigan, who heralded the start of a new era under “his regime” (one apparently characterised by less talky talky, more drinky drinky).

Jones once again added the extras to make a mockery of the treacherous kicking conditions.

21-12 Hammers.

Unfortunately for Hammers, a dominant spell downwind from the visitors led to 20 unanswered second half points being chalked up, leaving the Fulham lads 11 adrift as they shook themselves off under the posts.

A series of weak tackles and 2-3 minutes of undercommitted defence around the breakdown will be the most obvious area for the boys in red to work on in the week (lineout notwithstanding). But take nothing away from the athleticism, anticipation and hot stepping of the Wasps danger men to notch up the impressive scores out wide.

21-32, advantage Wasps.

Facing a two-score deficit (aided by Smith charging down a conversion from the hapless Wasps kicker) and angry at themselves for the first time that day, Hammers roared back into life.

A lightning break from the ever-indomitable ball-carrying threat, Jake Sopher – his third break of the game – led to Smith looking for all money as though he was walking over the line…

But no! He’s pulled back cynically from a retreating runner! Surely this time it’s a penalty try and a yellow card?

Penalty only.

It later transpired, over a beer in the Temperance, that this referee is lactose intolerant – hence his allergic aversion to brandishing the cheddar. To be fair to the man, there was no other explanation.

No matter; up steps Farrer for his second of the day, and Hammers moved within 4 points.

28-32. Three minutes to go.

Hammers gather and try to play up the pitch, but are caught in possession! The final whistle goes as Wasps’ full-back, the MOTM, dots it down under the sticks for a closing score.

The Wasps kicker finally gets a conversion but the ref decides not to give it – presumably to teach him a lesson for being so consistently awful that day – leaving Wasps to run out 9-point winners, handing Hammers a second losing bonus point in the process.

Final score Hammersmith & Fulham 3rd XV 28 – 37 London Wasps.

A great game, played in an excellent spirit against a worthy adversary. Wasps, we’re coming for you next time out.

The Scariest Night of the Year!

London’s Best Halloween Party is back – Hammerween! On October 25th, fetch your fangs, grab your guillotines and summon the spirits before heading to The Temperance for one of the best nights of the year! And this years theme…..

 

The World Famous Hammers Hog Roast!

The World Famous Hammers Hog Roast is here, and it’s our biggest one yet! Saturday 30th August is going to be a huge day, with a bar, BBQ and pop-up shop pitch-side as our men’s and women’s sections take on Ironsides Senior Rugby from 12:30pm! Get down and enjoy the last of the summer wine/creamy pints!

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