Probably both, one ironic, one moronic. Yes but the fact of the matter is Wales is playing the Barbarians and to be honest our love affairs with these demi-gods from Barbaria are set in stone and go back even further than most of the Lovechickens except for Nunny who as a child used to his follow his favourite calpurnia team, antoninus’ XX legion who were posted just outside Londinium just after the invasion.
Anyhoo – lets start off with the positives. It’s a great tradition and it still means something to people. Years ago we never saw teams like the (old) Ospreys, Toulon, Bath, teams jam packed with international stars so the Barbarians were a one off. Fuck me the only foreigner in the great Neath team of the late 80’s was Colin Laity and he was from bloody Cornwall while players of the great Leicester team of the same time were probably from the town itself except for Rory Underwood who was obviously not from there……….because he talked posh.
The Barbarians is a team where players could set out their talents and not like club or international rugby today when everyone is probably coached on everything including when to side step, shopping seminars, wanking: socks or tissues? Back then it was all about the talent and I think that its true today. It’s probably the only test in top level rugby of someone’s true talents. The Barbarians give players the freedom to express themselves without the worry of defeat, relegation or having to make friends with Gavin Henson for however long he stays at the club. The players who have played and excelled for the Baa baas are a veritable whos-who of everybody who has made the grade in rugby.
Ignore Derwyn Jones for a moment but look at some of them; Gareth Edwards, Martin Johnson, Andy Irvine, Mike Gibson but then these have starred for the Lions but what about when you add Michael Lynagh, John Eales, Bryan Habana, Joost Van der Westhuizen, Richie Maccaw, Jerome Gallion, Didier Camberabero, Blanco.
Above: No, not drug addict Bubbles from hit US TV series 'The Wire' but winner of our best full back award Serge Blanco - proof that Guinness, cake and 60 packets of gallois will catch up with you in the endClass, pure class. The Barbarians face the top hat and monocle wearing English tomorrow and with the new found running ethos of the English game it should be a good one. I’d say the same about them playing the Welsh a week later. A good game beckons but there is something negative and no, I am not going to start on about queues, sand, geese, people who litter and Sunday rugby (there are more and you know it), and that is why the fuck are Wales awarding caps against a scratch team. If I as super overlord/king/high governor/Master of the Lovechickens invited the exact team that are picked to play Wales next week and called them the Lovechickens and then managed to get a fixture against Wales – would Lovechickens XV v Wales be a capped game – would it fuck. This is just a penny pinching ploy by the WRU who are already hell bent on bumming the fuck out of real rugby fans. They’ll probably get about 35000 people – great another event that looks like its being played in a morgue (that is if the morgue is playing the continuing moan of horns over the loudspeaker system).
New England training coach Tarquin St James Bumberry-Smyth gives first talk: 'Hello chaps, 3 times around the pitch and then we'll come back have some oranges and then bully the fags with our willies eh what what!"Rant over – I’m just going to enjoy the games and wonder at the skills. These games are the start of the World cup and this blog is going to give you an indepth look at the teams and the countries, their stars and their cocks (Ashton), their form and their warm up games, as I am typing I am getting a semi, you lot must be gushing your pants. I can hardly wait – As ginger west Walians and Italians alike say – AVANTI
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