Trelawney's Army

Twickenham 1991 – you’re there.

Next to you sits Bill Osbourne, who was here as a lad in 1908 when Cornwall last won the rugby union county championship.

Around you sit 40,000 fellow Cornish men, women and children, ‘an entire black and yellow clan about to go right off their collective trolley’.  

We’re into the last quarter of the game and Cornwall is making hard work of it, trailing 16-3 to Yorkshire.

Then Trelawny’s Army start to sing.

You don’t just sing, you yell your loyal lungs off. 

The tide turns, led by Adrian Bick, a flanker masquerading as a rhino.

At the ref goes to blow, Nancekivell scores a try and Champion converts to take the game into extra time.   

Your voice goes, Bill hands you his hipflask and like magic, it comes back.

As legs tire, the space opens up and the St Ives whippet, Tommy Bassett, sprints to the corner to claim the winning try.  

Trelawney’s Army surge onto the pitch as St Piran’s flags flood the scene.

Giant inflatable choughs fly off into the skies of SW London and pigeons flee for Yorkshire.  

You hug Bill, who says ‘it was worth waiting a hundred and three years for’.