Awaiting Welsh Translation (AWT)

Team:

JB, Mat, G-Mac, Keir, Steve, Hobson, Jo, Ste, Chubby

 

Wednesday:

After waking up at stupid o'clock, driving to Bristol (while singing the Smokey & The Bandit theme to keep me awake) and getting on a plane with no telly, I finally arrive in the spangletastic Galileo Galilei Aeroporto in Pisa. Walking out of baggage reclaim I find myself greeted by Hobacock. While we wait the hour or for the Doncaster flight to spew out a few more A-Dub players, Andy and I decide to talk bollocks, clouds and count the flies that seem to be fascinated by a couple of sleepy buggers opposite us. Before long we're greeted by Keir, Steve and Ste. Would have been cool if Pickers we're with them but apparently food costs money and all that. After about an hour of us being too much of a bunch of pussies to ask a taxi to take us to Viareggio, we eventually brace the gargantuan queue for bus/train tickets. When we got there, we were blessed with a sight to behold - primo Italiano hottie. When me and Ste stopped drooling and trying to be cool simultaneously we eventually managed to get on a bus. Nipping through Pisa we were all a little taken aback by how dingy the city is and how 'Photocopy' is 'Fotocopie' in Italian.

Eventually we end up in the sun kissed seaside resort of Viareggio - our home for the week. Getting in a cab we head to Camping Italia and after travelling down an almost endless Roman road we come to the campsite and, more importantly, our beds. After a quick degeneration into childishness on the parts of two of us where we bagged the top bunks within seconds, we got changed and embarked on a little trek to the coast. After hiking through trees quoting Hot Fuzz and Anchorman by telling each other to "Jog on" with a soft 'J' we emerge at the beach, next to a bar.Stumbling into the place, we order a few drinks and sandwiches and consume them before we continued our walk to the sea, completely unaware of the vibe in the establishment that AWT just graced with their presence.After a piss poor attempt to attract some hotties with our mad disc skillz, we layout in the sea only to get kicked out by the lifeguard because we were scaring the locals with our awesomeness.

After ice creams and banging our heads on the beach bar, we discovered a fantastic new game - AWT Chicco.

 

AWT Chicco:

Chicco is a simple game. Two goal posts are located either end of the field, half the group take one end, half the other and the object is to throw the disc from one end into the goal to proceed to the next round eventually leaving a loser for each round. Simple, fun and challenging. The first tournament went down like this:

 

Inaugral AWT Chicco:

A hard fought battle went on as Hobson took the first loss, then me, until it was between Keir, Ste and Steve. The wrestler went out in the semi to leave a final between Ste and the faux-emo. With 2 points to win the final needed, Steve clinched the victory making him the first champ.

 

Chicco 2:

The second event saw a similar state of affairs as Hobson again went out in the first round followed by the Stevens until it was Keir and myself in the final. After scoring 1 each, I eventually slot one in for the potential win, after all the chances of equalizing are slim, but whats this? Keir knocks one in and the final is still going! Afetr almost endess misses, Keir puts another in the net, but this time it's me who returns the favour. After about ten minutes I slot another one in, Keir steps up to answer back and gets nothing but sand. I win. For now.

 

Walking back, we noticed a rainbow flag flying atop teh now very obviously gay bar. Nevertheless we went in and had a beer and laughed at how we could have missed such obvious clues (papier mache flowers etc). Strolling back, we went to the chalet, got a bit drunk and waited for Radders to arrive with our (at that point) swanky new shirts. After much tomfoolery, we all went to sleep.

 

Thursday:

 Steve and I awoke bright and early to go for a jog (read yog) which ended up like a walk. After a 3 hour round trip into Viareggio, we got back and has a good laugh at Viz before all of us bar Radders and Keir went to have a look at that building that was on the wonk. Arriving at the leaning tower, we did the usual thing of posing as if holding up the landmark before we kicked it up a notch and each of us pretended that one of the seven wonders of the man-made world was our penis. We met G-Mac near by and went for a spot of Italian cuisine in a restaurant. After some sub-par grub(the Carbonara was made with SPAM) we got on the bus were we found Jo and Chubb. After the new member of the team made his introductions, we got to the campsite and went to the beach to meet Keir and Radders who were at the gay bar drinking Pina Coladas off one another's chests. We went onto the beach for the third Chicco Tournament.

 

Chicco 3:

 In a much larger event, everyone lost until myself and G-Mac met in the final before I recieved a royal 2-nil drubbing from my opponent.

Walking back through the dark we sing Disney tunes at a high volume to quell our fears of being raped. Making it through to the other side we went for some food we got our heads down for the next days festivities.

 

Friday:

Trekking onto the beach, we knew we were in for a spot of bother, we were having trouble running on sand and our opponents weren't.

 

AWT vs Cheek2Cheek

Can't remember much about this one excpet we played shit and got punished. They were a fairly good side and were were a bit rusty. They won 13-3.

 

AWT vs Squadra Bici

Bici were made up of Sheffield Steel and Fire Of London players kitted out in skintight cycling gear. With us still being rubbish and them being good, the whupped us. But not beforew got a couple of points in to avoid the bagel. 13-2.

 

AWT vs Einhorn

Our last game was against a friendly Austrian bunch. We were tired and desperate to get some points, unfortunately we played wank. By 'we', I mean me. Other team members' tempers flared and we were glad that our opponents were such a sound bunch of guys. After losing 11-5 or something we went for a dip in the sea. We went in in swim shorts unlike their team who all got their Einhorns out to skinny dip.

After a while we all got out of the water and ambled back to the campsite to get ready for the evening's festivities. Once we were all ready, we went to the area where the shuttle bus would pick us up and take us to the hootenanny at the other campsite. After waiting half an hour we eventually walked to the site for 40 minutes during which no bus passed us. Once there we discovered that we'd lost Hobson and the party was dying down execpt for the team taking it in turns to lick a slug (it's not a euphamism). At about two we went home (on foot) and had a bit of a kip. Twatting minibuses.

 

Saturday:

AWT vs Irish Coed

After being wallopped in our games yestarday, we weren't expecting to do well today either. Our ability surprised us though as we seemed to have managed to get it together somewhat and not drop discs. The layouts came thick and fast and we finally had a proper bleeding game finishing this one at a (far more respectable) loss of 8-5 (I think).

 

AWT vs Thwinger

Playing ths German team we again managed to play some fairly good shit. We gave it a good shot besides our feet splitting open by now. The epic battle went down to 10-All with the first to 11 being the winner. They bagged it leaving us a bit gutted but delighted that we could actually play frisbee after all.

 

AWT vs Galli Neri

The host team were a bunch of cocks to be fair. Stalling the disc before it was picked up was a tad unspirited and they called some other stuff as well. Again the scoreline was a bit closer as we ended the game 8-6 or soemthing like that.

Saturday's party didn't exactly kick off in style as the team got split up. The other five got to teh Grease-themed shindig early enough for food while Jo, Keir, Chubb and myself had to wait for 2 hours for the bus. It never arrived. Eventually we were picked up by one of the host players where the party was going in full swing. After finding Radders and Ste (Hobson went missing again) we were throwing some hectic shapes (the No-Frills players' words). When the Freestyle show was on we spotted a pissed-up G-Mac and Steve who were trying to join in with the exhibition and screaming "VODKA COLA" as loud as they could before getting half naked and wrestling in the sand - they got party animal award as a result. After the party died down we made our way back to the site at staggered times, well up for not coming last on the Sunday.

 

Sunday:

AWT vs Random Fling

We come all the way to Italy and play Fling! Still we had a cracking game though as we traded point for point during what can only described as a layout-fest. Eventually it went down to the decider. Fling claimed the golden disc. We lost 11-10 again.

 

AWT vs Jesters 1

Fully pissed off now at having lost every game, we were up against our good buddies Jesters. The funny thing was that they'd been playing with only 6 players most of whom had managed to get food poisoning. Expecting a win, we were dishevelled to see that their second team had joined them and upped their numbers. Tired and very much wearing frisbee goggles when itcame to their females' abilities we lost heavily (about 11-5) to end division 2 in last place.

After the very long presentation, we took our giant keyrings and ambled back to the campsite where we went our separate ways as all but Jo, Chubb, Hobson and myself went to the airport while those who remained booked another chalet for the night. After poker and Scrubs, we went to sleep. Waking up at 7.30 I disappeared into the Tuscan dust leaving half my belongings while the others slept in preparation of a bit more time in the country.

Can't remember a whole lot more. If I've left anything out lemme know. Jo, you played ace. Your layouts on the trip will be the first of many. Radders, cheers for the shirts and your sexy fuckin do. Your layout grab where your arm was pinned down by a Jester was cool as fuck. Hobson, always a pleasure keeping us laughing and laying out tons as well. Keir, spectacular grabs and use of the line- Mwnci will surely notice your absence this year. Steve, playing until you could literally play no more. Safe hands and banter made a good combo. G-Mac, running tons and scoring plenty - same as usual and we all love it. Ste, great takes and showings of the disc dude - great to have you on the team. Chubby, team MVP, bidding for everything you were/are a legend, great stuff. JB, well that's me and I'm not obliged to comment. A pleasure guys. Bring on the next tournament. As long as we're having a good time we don't care about spoiling it for others.