The Springbok’s are being castigated for their style of Rugby so far in this year’s Tri-Nations. That’s right, despite cleaning up the Lions, beating the AB’s on successive weeks and making a mockery of the Wallabies, they are being slammed by Aussie and Kiwi press and pundits (check out these links alone: http://www.nzherald.co.nz/best-of-rugby-analysis/news/article.cfm?c_id=1502181&objectid=10589722 and http://www.nzherald.co.nz/best-of-rugby-analysis/news/article.cfm?c_id=1502181&objectid=10589708).
Now call me old fashioned but I believe that Test Rugby is about results. I for one don’t care about the style Rugby being played so long as my team is winning. Indeed, if I want to see attractive Rugby I go and watch schoolboy Rugby or park footy, but if I pay top dollar for a test match ticket, I want a fuckin’ result and I don’t care how many drop goals Morne Steyn has to punt to get it.
Aussie commentators are particularly severe on the Boks, so much so that I watched the second half of the test with the sound down. While they begrudgingly acknowledge that the Boks are simply making the best of the current Laws of the game, they are very critical of the Boks for not sending the ball wide at all. My question is: Why would they? They have a formula and it works, it gets results. Why risk it? In saying that I also believe that this Bok team has the capacity to play a more expansive game if need be, but again, why bother if you don’t have to?
My Aussie friends will argue that it ruins the game as a spectacle and that people will stop watching Rugby. I counter that by saying “not in South Africa they won’t”, especially if the Bok’s are winning. While I too would prefer a bit more running Rugby I think that it is important that those outside of SA understand the psyche of the country. Unlike in Australia, and to a lesser degree NZ, Rugby in SA does not have to compete with League or AFL (In Aus only) or Basketball or even Football (Soccer) for a share of the market. Rugby in SA earns its share of the market by winning games, especially games against the AB’s and the Wallabies. Doesn’t matter how they are won as long as they are won. Nothing affects revenue faster than a weak Springbok team, and Rugby fans in SA are happy to watch a kick fest if they know that eventually the team in Green will emerge victorious.
I would also like to point out that the Bok’s are playing what Eddie Jones tagged as “culturally specific” Rugby. That is, they are playing to their strengths, which is this case is their forward pack. It has always been a Springbok strength and probably always will be. It’s worth noting also that they do not have a flyhalf in the guise of Dan Carter, and perhaps if they did, they will keep the ball in hand a little more.
The Springbok’s circa 2009 are a very good team. They grind out wins much to the disgust of their antipodean cousins. As I have said, I believe that they could adapt their game plan if they had too and still succeed but neither the AB’s nor the Wallabies have been good enough to force them to do so.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Spirit of Mateship
So three Brisbane Bronco Rugby League players are up on sexual assault charges. The story goes those one of them took a fine, upstanding young lady in the disabled toilets of a nightclub to perform sexual acts, and the other two followed. After performing oral sex on all three, she then consented to sex with two of the players. What she apparently objected to is the fact that the third player in question filmed it all on his mobile phone. She told her friends this, who were seemingly okay with the fact that she had just sucked three cocks in a row, and they advised her to press charges. As we know, finishing school teaches ladies to always look their best on camera, and she was worried that her mascara had run.
Now, things like that just didn’t happen to me in my not so swinging bachelor days. The closest thing that I ever got to fun in a nightclub toilet was nothing more than mildly amusing graffiti, but these blokes are prize idiots. If a girl at a club invites you, and your mates, into the bogs for a bit of fun then alarm bells should be ringing. Particularly if you’re a high profile athlete in a one team town, and especially if you team is playing a semi final the following week. Nevertheless, I won’t defend them as what they did was wrong, but what about her? Blimey, talk about a tart.
Miss Three Cocks needs to take a good, long, hard look at herself. Inviting one bloke into the john is bad enough, but three!? And what of her friends, letting her, obviously a few Champagnes down, invite a bloke into the bog for a bonk in the first place. What is most bizarre is that they seem more horrified by the act of filming, then they do by the act of doing it like they do on the discovery channel.
Now there are no winners in this sordid tale, only a warning to disabled club patrons everywhere to clean the seat before taking a dump.
Now, things like that just didn’t happen to me in my not so swinging bachelor days. The closest thing that I ever got to fun in a nightclub toilet was nothing more than mildly amusing graffiti, but these blokes are prize idiots. If a girl at a club invites you, and your mates, into the bogs for a bit of fun then alarm bells should be ringing. Particularly if you’re a high profile athlete in a one team town, and especially if you team is playing a semi final the following week. Nevertheless, I won’t defend them as what they did was wrong, but what about her? Blimey, talk about a tart.
Miss Three Cocks needs to take a good, long, hard look at herself. Inviting one bloke into the john is bad enough, but three!? And what of her friends, letting her, obviously a few Champagnes down, invite a bloke into the bog for a bonk in the first place. What is most bizarre is that they seem more horrified by the act of filming, then they do by the act of doing it like they do on the discovery channel.
Now there are no winners in this sordid tale, only a warning to disabled club patrons everywhere to clean the seat before taking a dump.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Die Bokke Die
The tri-nations is almost over and I am $20 lighter. You see, I foolishly looked at the World Cup winning Springbok squad and thought, you know what, they should blow the Wallabies and All Blacks off the park.
Instead, apart from a lucky victory in Dunedin and a tonking of an under strength under motivated Wallaby team in Joberg, I was subjected to some of the worst, and certainly most aimless, Rugby I have ever seen. The bottom line is that the bok must stop with the coach. Serious questions have to asked about Peter De Villiers’ credentials and his tactical nous.
I am proud to say that I have a Level 1 coaching badge from the QRU, but freely admit that all that really means is that I’m able to pretend to know what I’m doing. However, even I know that winning the breakdowns, and stringing a few phases together is more likely to bring success than simply running and passing. In Cape Town and Durban the Springboks looked horribly under coached and the Durban crowd were right to boo De Villiers.
Now, if anyone bothered to read this blog (apart from Spice Unit), I’d no doubt be accused of being just another whinging, racist ex-pat South African. How dare I attack the first ever black Springbok coach? To you I say bugger off. If the bloke wanted the job then he cannot hide behind the colour of his skin when the muck hits the fan. After watching the boks lose 49-0 in Brisbane, I was just as angry with Jake White, which is why I want to give PDV a chance. Jake went on to win a World Cup, Australia lost in the quarters. However, PDV has to consider the strengths of boks and play to them otherwise the boks will be on a down trajectory throughout his reign.
Here is my verdict on the positives and negatives of PDV’s first Tri-nations:
Positive: The emergence of Beast Mtawarira, Brian Mujati, Andries Bekker and Bismark Du Plesis as potentially very good test players.
Negative: Butch James is the only decent flyhalf in the country, and most days he’s pretty crap anyhow.
Positive: Winning in Dunedin removed a large, King Kong like, monkey off the back. Was lucky though.
Negative: Losing in Durban removed a large, King Kong like, monkey off the back of the Wallabies. Was lucky though.
Positive: Fourie du Preez, , Schalk Burger, Victor Matfield ,Adrian Jacobs, Jean de Villiers and Ricky Januarie leave with their reputations either enhanced or intact.
Negative: Luke Watson is no better than Solly Tyibilka, and therefore not a test quality lose forward.
Positive: 58-3 demonstrates that with the right platform, we will beat anyone. Including those pesky All Blacks.
Negative: Losing to a pretty ordinary Wallaby team. We were unlucky in parts, but mostly we were rubbish.
Positive: PDV accepting that his game plan needs revising?
Negative: No contender to replace John Smit as captain.
Instead, apart from a lucky victory in Dunedin and a tonking of an under strength under motivated Wallaby team in Joberg, I was subjected to some of the worst, and certainly most aimless, Rugby I have ever seen. The bottom line is that the bok must stop with the coach. Serious questions have to asked about Peter De Villiers’ credentials and his tactical nous.
I am proud to say that I have a Level 1 coaching badge from the QRU, but freely admit that all that really means is that I’m able to pretend to know what I’m doing. However, even I know that winning the breakdowns, and stringing a few phases together is more likely to bring success than simply running and passing. In Cape Town and Durban the Springboks looked horribly under coached and the Durban crowd were right to boo De Villiers.
Now, if anyone bothered to read this blog (apart from Spice Unit), I’d no doubt be accused of being just another whinging, racist ex-pat South African. How dare I attack the first ever black Springbok coach? To you I say bugger off. If the bloke wanted the job then he cannot hide behind the colour of his skin when the muck hits the fan. After watching the boks lose 49-0 in Brisbane, I was just as angry with Jake White, which is why I want to give PDV a chance. Jake went on to win a World Cup, Australia lost in the quarters. However, PDV has to consider the strengths of boks and play to them otherwise the boks will be on a down trajectory throughout his reign.
Here is my verdict on the positives and negatives of PDV’s first Tri-nations:
Positive: The emergence of Beast Mtawarira, Brian Mujati, Andries Bekker and Bismark Du Plesis as potentially very good test players.
Negative: Butch James is the only decent flyhalf in the country, and most days he’s pretty crap anyhow.
Positive: Winning in Dunedin removed a large, King Kong like, monkey off the back. Was lucky though.
Negative: Losing in Durban removed a large, King Kong like, monkey off the back of the Wallabies. Was lucky though.
Positive: Fourie du Preez, , Schalk Burger, Victor Matfield ,Adrian Jacobs, Jean de Villiers and Ricky Januarie leave with their reputations either enhanced or intact.
Negative: Luke Watson is no better than Solly Tyibilka, and therefore not a test quality lose forward.
Positive: 58-3 demonstrates that with the right platform, we will beat anyone. Including those pesky All Blacks.
Negative: Losing to a pretty ordinary Wallaby team. We were unlucky in parts, but mostly we were rubbish.
Positive: PDV accepting that his game plan needs revising?
Negative: No contender to replace John Smit as captain.
Monday, May 12, 2008
People you love but I hate
I hate George Clooney. I am the only person in the world who thinks that he is an egotistical, self-serving, self-important cock?
He seems to me to be one of those actors that can only actually ever play himself, like Robin Williams, only less hairy.
Seeing yet another an interviewer practically get down on all fours and surrender herself to him the other day got me thinking about which other people everybody seems to love but I hate. So I compiled a list:
10. Raymond: If I wanted to watch bitter old people nag each other I’ll join a bowls club thank you very much. So, not everybody loves you.
9. The Entire Cast of Friends: I took perverse pleasure in watching Joey. The others are lucky they had gifted writers.
8. Angelina Jolie: She’s a weirdo people. C’mon!
7. Tiger Woods: He obsessive, earns trillions, is married to a Swedish model, and is only slightly less boring than golf itself. Why should I like him when I can be jealous of him?
6. David Beckham: Need I remind England fans of France ’98? He is slow, dumb, overhyped, overpaid and vastly overrated. He is also married to the oddest looking woman on the planet (bar Michael Jackson of course).
5. Bono: Stop your self-righteous preening you ponce! Yes I’ll bloody compost, but not because you tell me to, you dick.
4. The Pope: Either use your super-pope-powers to bring world peace or go away.
3. Ryan Seacrest: [-snooze-]
2. Jeremy Clarkson: Watching him on Top Gear is like watching your Dad trying to be cool in front of your friends. I watch it in the hope that he will crash and that the cardigan and leather jacket wearing audience find something important to do with their time other than ogle cars (like writing a blog nobody reads!).
1. J-Lo: Yes she is hot but she can’t act and she can’t sing. Not even an arse that Jeremy Clarkson could crash into can save her from being totally mediocre.
He seems to me to be one of those actors that can only actually ever play himself, like Robin Williams, only less hairy.
Seeing yet another an interviewer practically get down on all fours and surrender herself to him the other day got me thinking about which other people everybody seems to love but I hate. So I compiled a list:
10. Raymond: If I wanted to watch bitter old people nag each other I’ll join a bowls club thank you very much. So, not everybody loves you.
9. The Entire Cast of Friends: I took perverse pleasure in watching Joey. The others are lucky they had gifted writers.
8. Angelina Jolie: She’s a weirdo people. C’mon!
7. Tiger Woods: He obsessive, earns trillions, is married to a Swedish model, and is only slightly less boring than golf itself. Why should I like him when I can be jealous of him?
6. David Beckham: Need I remind England fans of France ’98? He is slow, dumb, overhyped, overpaid and vastly overrated. He is also married to the oddest looking woman on the planet (bar Michael Jackson of course).
5. Bono: Stop your self-righteous preening you ponce! Yes I’ll bloody compost, but not because you tell me to, you dick.
4. The Pope: Either use your super-pope-powers to bring world peace or go away.
3. Ryan Seacrest: [-snooze-]
2. Jeremy Clarkson: Watching him on Top Gear is like watching your Dad trying to be cool in front of your friends. I watch it in the hope that he will crash and that the cardigan and leather jacket wearing audience find something important to do with their time other than ogle cars (like writing a blog nobody reads!).
1. J-Lo: Yes she is hot but she can’t act and she can’t sing. Not even an arse that Jeremy Clarkson could crash into can save her from being totally mediocre.
Monday, April 14, 2008
School bans poofs, sheep from prom
The latest hubbub down under is whether or not a leading boy’s school in Queensland should allow its Senior Students to take their gay partners to the school formal.
(http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/04/14/2216379.htm)
Naturally this has Gay Rights groups and church groups squealing loudly, and those of us in the middle are covering our ears.
The school itself is trying to remain PC while at the same time giving the request a big fat thanks but no thanks. Its official line is that young men need to learn to interact with the opposite sex.
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I have never met a poof who has any difficultly making friend with the ladies. Heck, I once thought about pretending to be a butty just to try and get in one chicks knickers in my student days. And girls love having a queer friend, since Will and Grace it is almost an important fashion accessary, like a handbag only more stylish and fragrant, and with less room for Tampons.
Now I personally think that if a young kid is gay and is brave, yes brave, enough to admit it in an environment like that than he should be applauded. If anything it might make some of the others more tolerant.
I also believe that school formals should be a place where a young man can express his basest desires. Heck, if I could do it all over again I’d have taken a one legged hooker, assuming that is that Heather Mills was available. I know that some of my mates would have spent their last school looking for a dwarf or willing sheep.
Anyhow, I digress.
(http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/04/14/2216379.htm)
Naturally this has Gay Rights groups and church groups squealing loudly, and those of us in the middle are covering our ears.
The school itself is trying to remain PC while at the same time giving the request a big fat thanks but no thanks. Its official line is that young men need to learn to interact with the opposite sex.
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I have never met a poof who has any difficultly making friend with the ladies. Heck, I once thought about pretending to be a butty just to try and get in one chicks knickers in my student days. And girls love having a queer friend, since Will and Grace it is almost an important fashion accessary, like a handbag only more stylish and fragrant, and with less room for Tampons.
Now I personally think that if a young kid is gay and is brave, yes brave, enough to admit it in an environment like that than he should be applauded. If anything it might make some of the others more tolerant.
I also believe that school formals should be a place where a young man can express his basest desires. Heck, if I could do it all over again I’d have taken a one legged hooker, assuming that is that Heather Mills was available. I know that some of my mates would have spent their last school looking for a dwarf or willing sheep.
Anyhow, I digress.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
An Old Mate Dies While Sucking on the Corporate Tit
So England failed to qualify for yet another international football tournament. I’m a little disappointed by this but I think that perhaps that is just the Anglophile in me. However, I’m not surprised. Let’s be honest the English national team is somewhat of a joke outside of England, except perhaps Scotland and Wales who have no room to laugh. Yes, they made the quarterfinals of the last few tournaments that they played in but they hardly set the world alight did they?
So where should one apportion the blame for this ‘disaster?’ No doubt the tabloids have already taken aim at manager Steve McClaren and the fans will be burning effigies of goalkeeper Scott Carson but that is a short sighted approach.
No, the blame lies in the Premiership and the Champions league.
I’m not just talking about the number of foreign players at English clubs either. Nope; I’m talking about how bloody nancy-pancy the game has become. The Champions League is frankly no tougher than an over 40’s Tuesday morning Netball competition and the EPL is sliding the same way. Where have all the Hard-men gone? When was the last time a legitimate on Christian Ronaldo was actually waved play on? Why is the most volatile person at a football match likely to be a fan?
I confess that by degrees I am going off football. Those that know me will argue that it is because Liverpool look highly unlikely to win the EPL anytime soon but in truth I find that watching overpaid, over hyped sissies feign injury a little dull. Furthermore, everything appears so sterile and bland and corporate. Football is slowly suffocating from its own success and it has cost England its national game.
I love playing the game, and even watch (and play) some local amateur stuff when I can but I don’t have the stomach to watch an old friend like Football perish before my eyes.
RIP Football
So where should one apportion the blame for this ‘disaster?’ No doubt the tabloids have already taken aim at manager Steve McClaren and the fans will be burning effigies of goalkeeper Scott Carson but that is a short sighted approach.
No, the blame lies in the Premiership and the Champions league.
I’m not just talking about the number of foreign players at English clubs either. Nope; I’m talking about how bloody nancy-pancy the game has become. The Champions League is frankly no tougher than an over 40’s Tuesday morning Netball competition and the EPL is sliding the same way. Where have all the Hard-men gone? When was the last time a legitimate on Christian Ronaldo was actually waved play on? Why is the most volatile person at a football match likely to be a fan?
I confess that by degrees I am going off football. Those that know me will argue that it is because Liverpool look highly unlikely to win the EPL anytime soon but in truth I find that watching overpaid, over hyped sissies feign injury a little dull. Furthermore, everything appears so sterile and bland and corporate. Football is slowly suffocating from its own success and it has cost England its national game.
I love playing the game, and even watch (and play) some local amateur stuff when I can but I don’t have the stomach to watch an old friend like Football perish before my eyes.
RIP Football
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The Free Pint Award
An Award for Amusing News
Every now and then I read, watch or hear a news story that makes me laugh out loud. For example, that cheerleader who was leading the spirit right up until the moment her team ran over the top of her. Having watched more than my fair share of Teen movies and porn, I daresay that this wasn’t the first time she had the entire team on top of her in an evening but that is a matter for another fantasy.
My point is that I laughed out loud when I saw the footage and for that I’m going to by her a pint. Unfortunately she is underage so she can’t receive it so instead The Free Pint Award for this month goes to this plonker:
Geelong Cats labelled `gay' premiers
The mighty Geelong 2007 premiership winning team has been labelled the `gay' premiers in an embarrassing tattoo error.
Geelong supporter `Neville' wanted a permanent reminder of the team's success so he visited a tattoo parlour in Thailand last week seeking to have the words ``Day Premiers 2007'' emblazoned on his right arm.
`Neville' told 3AW this morning he had 15 cans of beer to ease his nerves before the tattoo was applied.
He said to ensure the Phuket tattooist got it right, he wrote down exactly what he wanted on his right and left arms, under the headlines ''right arm'' and ''left arm''.
''I gave them a piece of paper and wrote down on the right arm, I wanted the new Geelong emblem they've got out now ... and Day Premiers 2007.''
''And on the left arm side I wrote ''left arm'' and the two grandkids names and Night Premiers 2006''
Now he has ''right arm'' written on his right arm, just above ''Gay Premiers 2007'' because the tattooist marked in ''Gay'' instead of ''Day''.
''I couldn't believe it,'' Neville said.
''When I first walked in he showed me the picture of the thing, and I just looked at a picture and didn't really take notice of the words.
''My son-in-law walked in halfway through it ... and told me what happened, and I thought 'you're joking!'' he said.
(Source: http://www.geelongadvertiser.com.au. 13Nov07)
Now I really don’t need to comment to much on this suffice to say that ‘Neville’ (why the pseudonym? What’s he really hiding?) has just become Australia’s newest Gay Icon, replacing Ian Thorpe at the top of charts.
However, for making me cough up my cornflakes, I award ‘Neville’ one free pint lager.
Every now and then I read, watch or hear a news story that makes me laugh out loud. For example, that cheerleader who was leading the spirit right up until the moment her team ran over the top of her. Having watched more than my fair share of Teen movies and porn, I daresay that this wasn’t the first time she had the entire team on top of her in an evening but that is a matter for another fantasy.
My point is that I laughed out loud when I saw the footage and for that I’m going to by her a pint. Unfortunately she is underage so she can’t receive it so instead The Free Pint Award for this month goes to this plonker:
Geelong Cats labelled `gay' premiers
The mighty Geelong 2007 premiership winning team has been labelled the `gay' premiers in an embarrassing tattoo error.
Geelong supporter `Neville' wanted a permanent reminder of the team's success so he visited a tattoo parlour in Thailand last week seeking to have the words ``Day Premiers 2007'' emblazoned on his right arm.
`Neville' told 3AW this morning he had 15 cans of beer to ease his nerves before the tattoo was applied.
He said to ensure the Phuket tattooist got it right, he wrote down exactly what he wanted on his right and left arms, under the headlines ''right arm'' and ''left arm''.
''I gave them a piece of paper and wrote down on the right arm, I wanted the new Geelong emblem they've got out now ... and Day Premiers 2007.''
''And on the left arm side I wrote ''left arm'' and the two grandkids names and Night Premiers 2006''
Now he has ''right arm'' written on his right arm, just above ''Gay Premiers 2007'' because the tattooist marked in ''Gay'' instead of ''Day''.
''I couldn't believe it,'' Neville said.
''When I first walked in he showed me the picture of the thing, and I just looked at a picture and didn't really take notice of the words.
''My son-in-law walked in halfway through it ... and told me what happened, and I thought 'you're joking!'' he said.
(Source: http://www.geelongadvertiser.com.au. 13Nov07)
Now I really don’t need to comment to much on this suffice to say that ‘Neville’ (why the pseudonym? What’s he really hiding?) has just become Australia’s newest Gay Icon, replacing Ian Thorpe at the top of charts.
However, for making me cough up my cornflakes, I award ‘Neville’ one free pint lager.
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