
I must be getting old. I could have sworn that England were on course to completely coat the Taffies at half time. How the F**K did that happen then.
Poor old Coco here looks similarly confused and enraged. And we look to him for guidance!
In the last couple of days, there has been a concerted effort in the media, particularly those the wrong side of the Severn to praise a dogged Welsh defence. Balls!
Wales were totally useless for 60 minutes. Surely tackling your heart out is the least we should all expect of anyone privileged enough to play for their country in this great game of ours. The Ospreys never looked like scoring until that turnstile Balshaw and the rest started waving them through.
And thats another unanswerable question (like "How does the man that drives the snow plough get to work") - why exactly did England panic? Answers on an e-mail please, personally, I am clueless.
Still, we are all gearing up for the big one this weekend. By that I mean the Hampshire Minis Festival, not the next round of the Six Nations. Funny how none of the Under 7s wanted to be like Jonny last Sunday morning, wonder why?


