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NEW SIGNING | Duncan Longfellow
Duncan Longfellow, a relatively unknown tighthead lock, is the latest player to be signed for the King's Landing Knights ahead of the 207-8 season.
A KL native, Longfellow was scouted by the Newbarrell Nighthawks mid-season back in February 205 and has made his mark as the bulwark of their second row. At just an inch shy of 7ft, he has been invaluable during line-outs and has made a name for himself with his strategic crash balls.
"I've not been back to KL since I was a boy," Longfellow said when asked about the move. "So it'll be interesting. I'll miss the Nighthawks, but growing up I always wanted to be a Knight. I can't quite believe I'm actually getting the chance to."
Knights boss Justin Massey said, "Longfellow is a big powerful body, certainly the largest player we've seen in Premiership Rugby in several decades. His debut season with the Nighthawks proved his mettle and I think the Knights are the right team to help him achieve his potential."
Be sure to get your 207-8 Season Tickets now. Duncan Longfellow will be there, will you?
Report | Knights power past spirited Greens side
KL Knights have claimed a decisive 42-19 victory over the Highgarden Greens in a fast-paced, physical encounter at the Syrax Stadium. A dominant first half set the foundation, and despite fightback from the Greens early in the second period, Knights pulled away to secure the win.Duncan Longfellow signed his first full contract in rugby last week and made his debut for the side today, the tighthead held strong in the scrum, displaying some serious power.
Match Details
Half Time Score | Full Time Score
KIN 28-0 HIG | KIN 42-19 HIG
Report | Knights go close but are defeated by Lions
KL Knights ultimately came up just short as a battle with Lannisport Lions went right to the wire. An early flurry of action saw both sides score points in first quarter hour. Lions went over early with Knights equalising a couple of minutes later after a strong scrum penalty was kicked to touch and then mauled just short.Lions were under huge pressure in the second half, particularly in the scrum and lineout as the Knights showed their power - Longfellow proving himself to be a formidable addition - but the hosts won back possession with the clock in the red to secure a narrow 19-15 win at the Shield Stadium.
Match Details
Half Time Score | Full Time Score
LAN 7-7 KIN | LAN 19-15 KIN
Report | Knights battle through bitter rain to best Stags
A match to make the Stormlanders feel at home, the rain was torrential for the vast majority of the evening, making the pill slippery and very difficult to handle. Despite this, the first half saw four tries, all scorchers. Knights scored within the first two minutes, but the away side soon had the advantage. A quickfire double from Stags gave them a 12-7 lead.Mercifully, the start of the second period saw an end to the precipitation, and the two sides had the opportunity to play some attacking rugby with Knights pushing hard for a 21-12 lead at 50 minutes.
Despite a fierce struggle in the final quarter from Stags, Knights claimed the victory with 28-19 at full time. A strong performance all round in testing conditions.
Match Details
Half Time Score | Full Time Score
KIN 14-15 STO | KIN 28-19 STO
There were too many pubs in King's Landing, at least Maekar had always thought so. Baelor, on the other hand, was quite fond of the different quirks of each establishment. When the world of corporate wealth got too much, he liked to dress down and pick a pub at random to sit in and nurse a few beers while he watched the world go by.
Most of the time he kept to himself, wanting simply to soak in the universe moving around him, but tonight the universe had slightly different plans for him. In fact, the universe had decided that Baelor's shoes ought to be unceremoniously baptised in at least half a pint of lager, spilled by what appeared to be a member of a celebrating sports team.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" said the owner of the offending drink. "I'm so sorry. I'm a clumsy git, I don't know why anyone sends me to get the drinks, they know I lose half of them on the way back."
What Baelor noticed first was that the man was unreasonably tall. Baelor himself was six foot and change, but stood next to this behemoth, Baelor felt tiny. What was truly unfair, however, was that this giant was also beautiful. He had the kind of face that sculptors dreamt of carving; a strong jaw, a nose that someone had surely formed with a set square, and broad, square cheekbones. He was sturdy, but there was a softness there too, in his blue gaze and the gentle spray of golden freckles that sat beneath it. Baelor never wanted to look away.
"No, no, the apologies are all mine." He found himself replying. "I wasn't looking where I was going. Please let me pay for a replacement."
The man flushed, colour rising swiftly in his cheeks. Baelor swallowed thickly.
"Oh, no, don't worry. It wasn't even mine, and the lads have probably had enough for now anyway. They'll get thrown out if they drink any more."
"Let me buy you a drink anyway, then." Baelor said, not feeling entirely in control of the words spilling from his lips. He'd not even finished his first pint, but he felt dizzy.
The man blinked at him, but his words seemed to fail him too, so he just nodded.
"What would like…" Baelor realised he had not even asked the man his name. He said as much, a little bashfully, and the man barked a laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.
"Dunk."
"Baelor." He replied, a hand over his heart. "What is your drink of choice then, Dunk?"
"Pint of cider."
Baelor beckoned the barman over and ordered them both a cider before settling on a nearby stool. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Dunk was easy conversation. He didn't seem to know who Baelor was, and if he did then he didn't care. They spoke of everything and nothing, the pub around them falling away as they discussed the weather, the best street food in King's Landing, space travel, world history, morality… it was clear that Dunk was not as well-educated as Baelor, but that didn't matter one bit. He was full to the brim with opinions, many of which were both earnest and astute. He wasn't afraid to tell Baelor what he really thought about wealthy men like him, but even his challenges felt like just another opportunity to learn something more. There was no pretence to Dunk in the slightest, and Baelor was helplessly drawn to him.
The fact that he was glorious to look at was a contributing factor as well. Baelor felt a hot itch under his skin the longer they sat together. He wanted to keep talking, but he also wanted desperately to touch.
"I promise I don't usually do this," He began as he looked at the all-but-empty pub around them. "But would you like to continue this back at mine?"
Dunk's eyes flicked to Baelor's mouth, dark pupils slowly drowning out the blue. "Please."
"I'm not expecting-"
"You should." Dunk said quickly, cheeks ruddy. "Or you could, I mean. If you wanted to."
Baelor licked his lips. "I want to."