am still smiling. At the rugby, that is.
Despite all my best attempts at remaining calm and dispassionate about the whole ‘caning the Sais’ thing, I am still buzzing.
Yes, yes, they (The English Ones) were pants and dropped easy passes and kicked badly and stuff but, hey, we were pretty decent in a few things, weren’t we!
They are, unfortunately, the things that we should do well all the time. The more I think about it, the more excited I get and the more frustrated I get.
We really should have a just moderately mobile front row that can scrummage first and make surprising tackles only rarely.
We really should have a lineout that can win our own ball and make a bit of a devilment on theirs.
We really should have a couple of centres who can tackle and run hard and straight and stay on their feet and grunt forward if required.
Because, if we have these very simple things, we can really start to build a game. It is glaringly obvious to me (and therefore highly dubious, perhaps) that it is no coincidence that the best game that our locks, back row, 9 and 10 had in ages was the same day as The Day Our Fat Boys Dicked Their Fat Boys.
Hooky was tops, no doubt, especially when you consider he is only next week 16. But really the 1-2-3 Club were the real stars.
I could go on and probably will but I am conscious of how very quiet it is out there; the National (LondonEnglish) press seems to have lessened the column inches given over to the rugby, for some reason. Mind you, even the Westy has been a bit slim on the old triumphalism which surprises me in a good way. We do tend to go overboard a bit. Perhaps. But really, our demolition of a pack that demolished the French pack was bludi outstanding. Truly Outstanding, I tells ya.
And sorry, Jonesy, but you will be back in good time and, with a couple of angle-grinding centres cutting the line outside you, you can do what you do best - deliver your well-chosen passes cleanly and sweetly and control a game. But for now: Alfie as captain and let’s just keep it simple.
PS Horsman was huge.
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