Above: Italians after the match - get in the pub you silly cuntsWhat a game, what a finish and what a knob Leivre-mental is!! While we have been all dissing the spaghetti eaters, with a little turn in fortunes this tournament, Italy could have been going into this week as championship contenders. Not bad when they have only 38 people to pick from and 32 of them are Argentinean.
The game was good, the result historical. For once it wasn’t all on Parrisses and burgermasters shoulders but others such as Masi, Lo Cicero and Zanni stepped up to the plate and delivered. The French on the other hand did not. Like the Irish a few hours later, the French delivered all the zip but could not get the result. It was ironic that during the match the Italian scrum suffered whilst their backs attacked from deep – fucking weird.
If any of the home nations pulled off a great a win as this the supporters would go on the mother of all benders and the pubs would be drunk dry – It Italy they all get their flags and get in their cars or on their scooters and drive around the city centre tooting their horns and cheering – knobs – what a fucking waste of a win.
It reminds me of what legend (inside of Wales, unheard of outside) Max Boyce said about England having an open top bus after winning the World cup. If Wales would have won it, each player would have had their own open top bus and Shane Williams’ mothers hairdresser would have been given the OBE.
In the Irish paper the Independent one hack called the French team one of the worst in recent history, I’m not sure if I agree. Chabal is a one trick elephant and that winger Hugot looks like he needs a bloody good wash but they still have a back row who are world class. They need a side that is settled that knows the plan. Parra isn’t shit and while he hasn’t reached the heights of a Castagneide or Camberabero he is a class player. The French pack destroyed the world class Italian pack yesterday. Its not over for the French, not be a long chalk but will it be for their coach?
The game was good, the result historical. For once it wasn’t all on Parrisses and burgermasters shoulders but others such as Masi, Lo Cicero and Zanni stepped up to the plate and delivered. The French on the other hand did not. Like the Irish a few hours later, the French delivered all the zip but could not get the result. It was ironic that during the match the Italian scrum suffered whilst their backs attacked from deep – fucking weird.
If any of the home nations pulled off a great a win as this the supporters would go on the mother of all benders and the pubs would be drunk dry – It Italy they all get their flags and get in their cars or on their scooters and drive around the city centre tooting their horns and cheering – knobs – what a fucking waste of a win.
It reminds me of what legend (inside of Wales, unheard of outside) Max Boyce said about England having an open top bus after winning the World cup. If Wales would have won it, each player would have had their own open top bus and Shane Williams’ mothers hairdresser would have been given the OBE.
In the Irish paper the Independent one hack called the French team one of the worst in recent history, I’m not sure if I agree. Chabal is a one trick elephant and that winger Hugot looks like he needs a bloody good wash but they still have a back row who are world class. They need a side that is settled that knows the plan. Parra isn’t shit and while he hasn’t reached the heights of a Castagneide or Camberabero he is a class player. The French pack destroyed the world class Italian pack yesterday. Its not over for the French, not be a long chalk but will it be for their coach?
Above: I don't give a flying fuck if the Wales/Ireland game is on i player - dont make me watch it again says Quentin the youngest of the UnderwoodsThe Wales Ireland match was also fucking weird. Some people thought it was extremely exciting and yes it was but only in the last minute where Paddy Wallace decided to butcher a try because he wanted to score closer to the posts. I would have scored the easy try and then put all the pressure of Sexton thus remaining the hero and using that to pull birds in Cardiff that night. Surely score first. It makes as much sense as the time this bloke tried to tell me that eyes were not balls but in fact the front of tubes to the back of the head. Because I didn’t have a book on eyes on me, he therefore claimed my arguments to be spurious at best…the thick fat fuck.
Back to the game. I thought it was like watching two teams of special needs kids playing British bulldog with oven gloves on. In the first half it looked like Wales were going to be blown away and every time the ball went out to the backs they lacked ideas. Lee Byrne, who resembled one of those cows that had ‘mad cow disease’ must remember to leave his Nans slippers at home and wear boots. Even though they won any supporter of Wales has to be worried about the execution, flair and vision of this Welsh team. Would they have beaten their world cup opponents this autumn, Samoa or Fiji playing like that? – I don’t think so.
The Irish have some sort of grievance that Mikey Phillips try was not disallowed but it wasn’t so suck it up you moaning pikeys. I suspect that if O Gara had have stayed on he might have made a difference even though his kicking, like Sextons, was akin to the kicking of that one legged mental twat that recently divorced Paul McCartney.
What I am surprised by is how Wales played so negatively and won. Hook was boringly amazing and controlled the game well. It was also the first time I have watched an entire game involving Mike Phillips where I haven’t seen the lip synching of ‘fuck off’ in.
Its incredible that by the final whistle my feeling was of some sort of grubby relief. It was like I’d been on the end of a gang raping by King of the Gays and Dev - It wasn’t enjoyable one bit, the levels of skill on show were substandard and I was glad it was over. Contrast this to the feelings of elation I am sure many of us rugby fans felt at the end of the first game of the weekend and again comes that feeling of ‘fucking weird’.
Now welcome to fucking weird part 3. Everybody said that this could be the Scots day if they were on top of every part of their game but I think we all believed that they were to be bum raped by the English. They weren’t. They were beaten by a better side and one that kneaded out a win. It was a game for the purest but as a neutral was one I enjoyed. Stand outs – hmmm not too sure but Max Evans’ try was a peach and to continue the fruit analogy Hape was a plum. Actually Ed Milliband lookalike had a lot more of the ball but seems a little one dimensional. Care and Wilkinson looked good when they came on but the Scottish replacements didn’t add much.
I think if there was such a thing as an Andy Robinson Cam then the BBC would get a lot more people watching the game. Introduce this then and stop putting internationals on a Friday and Sunday you set of twats.
Back to the game. I thought it was like watching two teams of special needs kids playing British bulldog with oven gloves on. In the first half it looked like Wales were going to be blown away and every time the ball went out to the backs they lacked ideas. Lee Byrne, who resembled one of those cows that had ‘mad cow disease’ must remember to leave his Nans slippers at home and wear boots. Even though they won any supporter of Wales has to be worried about the execution, flair and vision of this Welsh team. Would they have beaten their world cup opponents this autumn, Samoa or Fiji playing like that? – I don’t think so.
The Irish have some sort of grievance that Mikey Phillips try was not disallowed but it wasn’t so suck it up you moaning pikeys. I suspect that if O Gara had have stayed on he might have made a difference even though his kicking, like Sextons, was akin to the kicking of that one legged mental twat that recently divorced Paul McCartney.
What I am surprised by is how Wales played so negatively and won. Hook was boringly amazing and controlled the game well. It was also the first time I have watched an entire game involving Mike Phillips where I haven’t seen the lip synching of ‘fuck off’ in.
Its incredible that by the final whistle my feeling was of some sort of grubby relief. It was like I’d been on the end of a gang raping by King of the Gays and Dev - It wasn’t enjoyable one bit, the levels of skill on show were substandard and I was glad it was over. Contrast this to the feelings of elation I am sure many of us rugby fans felt at the end of the first game of the weekend and again comes that feeling of ‘fucking weird’.
Now welcome to fucking weird part 3. Everybody said that this could be the Scots day if they were on top of every part of their game but I think we all believed that they were to be bum raped by the English. They weren’t. They were beaten by a better side and one that kneaded out a win. It was a game for the purest but as a neutral was one I enjoyed. Stand outs – hmmm not too sure but Max Evans’ try was a peach and to continue the fruit analogy Hape was a plum. Actually Ed Milliband lookalike had a lot more of the ball but seems a little one dimensional. Care and Wilkinson looked good when they came on but the Scottish replacements didn’t add much.
I think if there was such a thing as an Andy Robinson Cam then the BBC would get a lot more people watching the game. Introduce this then and stop putting internationals on a Friday and Sunday you set of twats.
Above: 'forward pass! FORWARD FUCKING PASS'! Andy Robinson finally loses it in HQ
So what the hell do we get from this weekend. Not one team played well this weekend, it was mistakes ago-go from start to finish. The teams that excelled are meeting up next week to fight for the wooden spoon while the team marching towards a Grand slam doesn’t seem worthy of the mantle. The only team able to steal the title from them is even more shambolic. However amongst the gloom there was light, individual performance and more than anything, close, hard fought competitions that make the 6 nations what it is and with the fight back of the Scottish and win by the Italians more of a competition than its ever been.
Fucking weird - Roll on Super Saturday!
Fucking weird - Roll on Super Saturday!
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