Before the meeting, it is also the feeling that the blue and black left. There, they only had a half-time respondent.
A first period of rare intensity at this level, which left everyone breathless, including the many spectators (especially Sarladais supporters by the way). On both sides, there was a lot of commitment, the will to play and foolproof defenses, in weather and in an atmosphere that smelled good of the final stages.
As often, it was first on the ground that the fight took place and, once understood the requirements of the referee, accustomed to Top 14 games, it was necessary to fight on each ruck. The Sarladais seemed to dominate the sector a little, and the scrum even more. The absence of two Nantes pillars explaining this.
swan song
In touch, the balloons were more divided but each blue and black maul which resulted from it advanced clearly. But there was always a little clumsiness that prevented the Sarladais from scoring. Until half an hour into the game and this remarkable first-hand attack. Lucas Cousin took the opportunity to tear the curtain, allowing Achraf Ben Hamouda to flatten (7-10, 31st).
A good response to Nantes’ first try, the result of a wide game which saw Fradin walk through the defense to shift Aubert (0-10, 23rd).
At 7-13 at halftime, nothing was done but the battery gauges were well underway. Paradoxically, more on the CAS side when it was complete. Emani Paea’s try came to lend a hand to his forwards after Nicolas Gal obtained a penalty by snatching a ball (12-16, 50th) was a flash in the pan.
Or the song of the swan even because, behind, everything was going to be linked to the disadvantage of the players of Périgord noir.
On a penaltouche, the Nantes people put the first hand to their success (12-23, 59th). A few minutes later, the Sarladais let slip a touch on their throw. Then, on a ball recovered on the ground, the transmission is uncertain and Aubert, again, takes advantage of it after pushing the ball to the foot (12-30, 60th). At that time, the case is heard.
The CAS is no longer in rhythm, worn out, washed out. The intensity is no longer the same, Serafin Bordoli does not find a touch, the Sarladais do not even manage to save their honor.
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