Such fun this weekend.After the Taffybus crashed into the palm tree on Saturday afternoon, England fans faced the hilarious thought of the other home nations failing to make it to the Quarters at all.
Unfortunately, in possibly the poorest match of the tournament so far, the Sweaties had a better kicker and beat the Italians in the rain. But they could have won by more if they had actually tried plan B. Never mind.
Meanwhile, to qualify, the Paddies had to beat Argentina, score 4 tries, and win by more than 7 points. So nothing at all achieved there then. Much like this golden generation altogether.
And back to Wales. Is it the anthem? Why do they fail to turn up in the first half? Why did they think a fast and loose game was the way to beat Fiji of all people? Very strange. But I am sure all true rugby men will feel sorry for Gareth Jenkins. He has been sacked already (if only the players were as quick off the mark) and no doubt is currently being fitted up for the scapegoat costume back in Cardiff. I suspect something is wrong in this camp too, perhaps the captain has been sowing sedition again (ask Mike Ruddock for details). Quite why a plank like Thomas can ever be seen as a role-model is beyond me. Mind you, perhaps he fits the Welsh image of themselves: - covered in crappy tattoos; toothless; dense and always up for a fight. Tidy!
We have all heard much about the goings on in Camp Paddy these last weeks, my spies in Dublin have been active and I hope to post the full unexpurgated version in the next 24 hours. Just so long as BOD pops into Kitty O'Shea's tonight. Check back soon.
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