There is a twist in this yet. But the Northern Hemisphere can hang its head. 15 minutes of constant pressure 2, 3m from the line, against, at times, 13 men and a half-a-scrum. And the Welsh daffodils fucked it up. :atu: alm:
That wiz the most exciting phase o' the game and will go doon in legend fer the Aussies. Just listening tae this English buildup tae this dead rubber... no mention o' they opposition or the great games earlier on, but plenty o' navel gazing and waving aroond o' skidded white pants. Once yer oot, Ye're oot. Stick tae the game and less o' this witch hunting and soul searching... like a bunch o' lassies, like.
Yep. "Skidded White Pants". :: Fucking ordered from Dominos at 1941h and the cunts are still on "Preparation Stage". Better get the fucking floured-finger out, like.
Dominos have now moved on to baking my pizza. fucking 47 minutes and counting. They must have the English squad down there, dropping the dough, making basic errors and shit.
Ah hope that boggin' pizza is better than this shite on at the minute... Ah think the game's flatter than yer takeaway! Honestly, Ah normally enjoy all international rugby but this is like two minnows scrapping (and Ah LIKE anchovies!).
Its ironic...........as England dish {ha ha} out a beating, you can feel a bit of unguarded jingoism creeping back into the commentary :: then they remember they are oooot! and get a bit of contrition into their words.
Charles Martel, Obelix, Asterix, Charles De Gaulle, Charlie Hebdo, your boys took a hell of a beating.