Anthony his twin brother also scored a try

Anthony, his twin brother, also scored a try.The Broncos captain, Terry Matterson, kicked a club record-equalling 11 goals as London Broncos over-ran Workington 58-0. The Super League’s bottom club made their longest trip inside England, arrived late because of the London Marathon and went home well and truly humbled.London scored four tries in the first half, and five more in the second as Matterson missed with only one attempt.. Round-up

Leeds’ joy at their first Super League win over Sheffield Eagles at Headingley was marred last night by a serious injury to Nathan Picchi. Their new Kiwi forward dislocated a shoulder and it could force his return home.
“It looks quite serious and he is going to need an operation which will keep him out of the game for four to five months,” Dean Bell, the Leeds coach, said.Leeds’ 36-22 win, their first in their fifth Super League game, was inspired by their young stand-off, David Gibbons, who scored two opportunist tries in six second-half minutes as the Loiners twice came from behind to clinch victory. Substitutes: Bloomfield, Lane, Cervello, Vergniol.Referee: S Presley (Castleford).. “We are going to get a lot better.”Warrington: Penny; Forster, Kohe-Love, Rudd, Henare; Harris, Shelford; Hilton, Hough, Chambers, Knott, Cullen, Sculthorpe.

Substitutes: Maffi, Jones, Sumner, Bennett.Paris St-Germain: Bagdad; Bomati, Chamorin, Lucchese, Pastre-Courtine; De Vecchi, Entat; Kacala, Torreilles, Utoikamanu, Adams, Cabestany, Pech. Rugby LeagueWarrington 48 Paris St-Germain 24

Paris, capable of some thrilling rugby with the ball in their hands, now need to master a few of the basics if they are to prosper on their travels in the European Super League.
The French produced some startling moments of innovation at Wilderspool yesterday, but allowed Warrington to continue their good start to the season by making too many fundamental mistakes.Their winger, Regis Pastre-Courtine, who once spent a season with Batley, was a case in point. But afterwards they will be able to boast: “I ran the London Marathon (or at least a few yards of it in Docklands).”. First the silly hats, then the daft T-shirts, and eventually the rhinos, clowns, cowboys, chefs, cartoon characters and full-scale crackpots, wearing steamrollers, brides on their backs, linked as caterpillars or carrying ladders.They are flanked by the also-rans, though that’s a bit of a misnomer as most are walking and look likely to do so all the way to the finish – if they get that far.But even these tired souls, who wear a watch to tell the time rather than to pace their race, raise a gentle jog at the Docklands reception.These stragglers are the ones who will use most of the 88lb of petroleum jelly, the 1,300 plasters and the 1,000 vomit bags that are part of the pre-race checklist.

An alien landing at Marsh Wall yesterday would think that a huge crowd of people in underwear were fleeing an unseen monster, and that humans drink water through the tops of their heads.Now’s the time the locals have been waiting for. You can see your runners pick up with all this support.”Betsy Eisenhower, from Chiswick, west London, hands out slices of oranges and sweets to runners She’s paid for them all herself. “I’ve come to watch my husband run, but I ran the race last year and it’s such a great atmosphere here. I’ve saved the sweets and oranges for these people (she points to the five-hour brigade dawdling through) because they need it most.”By 17 miles, the runners have sorted into peer groups. After the wheelchairs, the top men and women, the club runners filter through: first a trickle, then a swarm and finally a mass that fills the road. The first are running easily, the next sweating a bit, then come the ones whose faces say: “This is not fun after all.”As the procession unwinds, the grimaces get worse Soon everyone carries a water bottle It makes an odd sight.

Geoff Dennis of Reading says: “This is where you start to feel it. It really gives you a lift.” Jill, who just beat Mr Blobby, is among dozens of runners from as far away as Falmouth and Fife who swell the Docklands Supporters Club. By then, there are still nearly 10 miles to go, muscle aches become a serious pain, it’s too hot to trot and runners are entering the unlovely Isle of Dogs. But they meet a reception like a team who have won the Cup final.
“About 10 years ago, you only got a few people going along. Now this is a very big event in the area,” says Louis St Clair, whose disco blasts out from Drummonds on the Quay pub.