An 11-11 draw: Oxford looked very threatening from the start, and spent much of the game in Cambridge’s half.
But in the last twenty minute Cambridge suddenly started playing and took the fight to Oxford.
A good time was had by all, I think, including drunken City louts, old men whose playing days are long gone and who can only carp at the efforts of the young men on the field, and over-excited schoolboys.
Attended with a group from my old school.