Park close the book on their season with a final chapter of rare precision
NW Woodsmen 28 - Lincoln Park RFC D3 73
Not even a long, weaving run from the Woodsmen number eight in the dying seconds, a late flourish of defiance from a beaten side, could dim the lustre of what Lincoln Park had produced. All season, the line between a narrow defeat and a famous victory had been drawn in the smallest of strokes: a pass a fraction behind the runner, a decision a heartbeat too late. On this last afternoon, those strokes were drawn with a steady hand. Park, at long last, were spot on.
The captain falls; the side does not
The afternoon might have taken a darker turn when captain Olander left the field in the first half with a shoulder injury. A lesser team might have faltered, searching for its voice. Park did not skip a beat. Clarke stepped in from twelve to assume the fly-half's burden, distributing with composure and kicking with a cool authority that yielded nine conversions from eleven attempts. It was a seamless succession, the mark of a side whose confidence no longer rests on any single pair of shoulders.
A hesitant overture, then the storm
The opening movements gave little warning of the symphony to come. Park led only 14-7 until the thirtieth minute, a scoreline that spoke of a contest in the balance. Then, in the space of ten minutes, the balance was upended. Four tries before the interval turned the game from a skirmish into a rout. Mazy, spotting acres on the weak side, angled over; Loomis burst through the heart of the defence from forty yards, as if the Woodsmen line were merely a rumour; and Paschal and Daley each added their names to the scoresheet as the visitors' rugby flowed with a kind of unhurried inevitability.
Daley, and the hands that carried the day
It was Daley who gave the midfield its muscle and the afternoon its headline, completing a hat-trick of tries that showed his handling to be every bit the equal of his power. Two of those scores were born of quick hands and sharper instincts: one from gathering a low pass off the bootlaces, the other from scooping up a Woodsmen fumble and never looking back.
Up front, the scrum creaked at times, but the props more than compensated in the loose. Modev and Dollins carried with relish, and Modev in particular revealed a touch of velvet beneath the heft, a series of perfectly weighted tip passes from the point of the pod that unlocked the defence time and again.
Two portraits in work and craft
Paschal delivered his finest performance in a Park jersey, hunting for space from his own right wing and tackling with the tireless devotion of a man determined to hold the line single-handed, one hit following another in an unbroken chain. At scrumhalf, Nara was at his slippery best, conducting those around him and probing the fringes of the breakdown for a succession of half-breaks that left the Woodsmen forever a step behind.
A brief rally, then the final curtain
The Woodsmen mustered a mini-comeback early in the second half, a brief and gallant flicker, but Park regathered their composure and extinguished any hope of an upset. Tommy Lyons, to his own evident astonishment, summoned a rare burst of pace down the right touchline to score from forty yards. Daley completed his hat-trick, and Leist peeled from a lineout maul to cut inside a despairing defender and touch down, a fitting punctuation mark to the afternoon.
The verdict
Many others deserve a mention in a performance as fine as this, a fitting way to bring the curtain down on the season. It has been a campaign in which any doubts about Park's place in the higher division were quietly, and then loudly, expelled: three defeats, each in a contest they were never out of, and two big victories to show what this side can do when everything falls into place. They arrived in D3 as the newcomers. They leave it as a team that belongs.