Well, the time had eventually arrived, the last leg.

A nice short ride through Newcastle show off the Acorns Tops and in some cases those spindly little knees,

Not a problem.

So, it was up late slowly prepare, pack the bags to enable us to change at the ground into our full Warriors support regalia.

What a fine bunch of OLD soldiers

Off we went at a gentle pace with Captain Frank in the lead with his trusty Connaught's Van.

Can we be sure Sat Nav will get us there or will we end up in Cheshire.

The nationally famous statue, "The Angel of the North" was visited and past.

A great viewpoint looking down on her and across to the other side of the valley

It was a matter of grit your teeth and peddle.

Steve can be seen here giving it his all as he climbs the 7th hill of the day. If you could here him swear you would certailnlt believe he had a seafaring background.

We had prewarned all the local children to keep out of the way until he had passed just in case they got hit by one of his flying toys

After about 45 minutes we reached the Tyne Bridge. We were getting closer to the finish every second.

An innocent passer by was collared and asked to take a photo of tyhe men in red.

Not a problem he said but I cannot see the screen never mind you lot. Just take the picture he was advised in p0lite terms. They came out quite well.

The traffic on this little bridge is steady very steady

I say chaps how bad did we feel 3 maybe 2 days ago, what's that sign over there?

At this point Steve decided to cross the bridge and take a photo of the "other" Bridge.

Took him nearly 15 minutes to get back over the road during which time we had lost the rest of the team

Don't Despair it states.

We never gave it a thought, determination and the will to finish that's all we need.

Off we go again

Too fast as we are within 3 miles and it wasn't even 12:00

Off we went to Morrisons a sit down and a hot drink whilst we wait for the clock to tick over.

No use getting there too soon as the Worcester and Newcastle Supporters would not be there.

Having hidden "Lucky's" saddle the team sat and watched as like a headless chicken and spitting more than feathers he stormed around demanding Where's my Bloody saddle boys.

Had to give it to him, can you imagine cycling 3 miles on a seat post

The smiles were strting to appear now, the journey was very nearly done.

We could smell the beer, the bacon sandwiches waiting in the hide-away.

There it is boys I can see the stadium "YEEESSSS"

The crowd roared, the cars tooted their horns and the Silly Old Fools had arrived at Kingston Park

What was it all for?

Jack and his friends is what it is all for.

Jack was there to meet us and cheer us in, the first thing was to get him on a bike and give him a big hug and a cheer.

Well done Jack, keep going we are all here for you and your mum.

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The whole team together outside the gate to Kingston Park.

Poor old Frank had missed the arrival as he had had to park up the van.

Without Frank we would never have made it

It was off to a great chinese restaraunt for our final meal together.

The food was excellent but the company was frantastic.

The team had achieved what some believed stupid, mad and not do-able.

But we did guys we did IT!!!

The Team as we met at Sixways on the 1st January 2004, preparing for the adventure of our lives cycling 300miles to Newcastle Falcons to raise much need funds for the club Charity

Acorn's Hospice for Children

£25,000

Raised

What a fantastic effort from everyone who donated so generously donated

Thank You