Newport
Rhode Island
ENGLAND V USA
by Joshua Nimmo
activities were not over; a boat ride around Newport where we were shown some historical sites was very relaxing. By the time we had returned home, Paul Barry had arrived and it was time for supper. This was the fi rst time the two teams had met and there was much excitement in the air about the following days match. Another very enjoyable meal was followed by a chance to see some of Newport’s nightlife which proved extremely entertaining.
After driving four hours from New York on Thursday 3rd of September, it was exciting to pass through the picturesque town of Newport before arriving at the expansive home of the Crisp’s. Mr and Mrs Crisp ensured that throughout our stay we saw the wonderful attractions Newport had to offer. Their generosity in having the team to stay made the whole weekend possible.
On arrival we were greeted with a stiff drink and ensured that this would be ‘par’ for the weekend. In the evening we were taken out to dinner, albeit a team member down, and were introduced to Dan Keating, captain of the USA team and famous throughout Rhode Island. After a very jolly supper we were shown around one of the biggest boats in the harbour and invited for a refreshing beverage on board.
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On Friday morning we were booked in for eighteen holes of golf at Newport’s reputable
course. However we were unable to play after realising that nobody had packed the correct attire. William Crisp had another plan up his sleeve; we were to visit one of the oldest beach clubs in the area which had a very traditional, almost English feel about it. After having lunch and taking a welcoming swim it was time for some mojitos in the sun. At sunset the days
Saturday
The Friday night revellers were somewhat languid when the sobering wake up call resounded through the Crisp household. Despite the American’s low ball tactics to make us as hungover as possible for the big day, their attempt would have been unsuccessful. The trip to the pitch was sped up by an exhilarating helicopter trip on to the centre of the ground before the game.
As ever, we did our best to pretend that the only way we travel to our games “back home” was air-borne to avoid obvious congestion issues on the M25 and M40!
As we edged onto the fi eld on our horses, which had very kindly been lent to us by local players, it seemed like our mind games had worked as we got off to a fantastic start with two
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