Sport for all
I am starting to see why people get excited about sport.
I made a real effort to watch the Scotland/France Six Nations match on Sunday and managed to miss the first ten minutes. Driving like a loon on some Welsh stage of the WRC while trying to find Five fucking Live on the car radio, I managed to pick up that the Scots were, contrary to expectation, doing rather well.
On telly, it was a sight to see. Gladiatorial. There really should be more sports where 22 stone men knock the hell out of one another. It was when one of the players stood on an opponent’s head…in front of the ref…who told them to play one that you got the measure of the game.
It really was excellent stuff and by half time I was kicking myself for not getting my arse up to Murrayfield where, apparently, there were seats to be had.
Will have to see if I can seek out next Sunday’s game in a boozah, though am worried that local scrote contingent will instead be watching association football like the working class scum they are.
So back up plan is beer and ham sarnies. Indeed, reckon that might be front-up plan.
And as rough as rugby is, I am starting to get excited about the Winter Olympics. Ice skating aside, all the sports are sooooooooooooo dangerous they cannot fail to excite. Luge = tea tray, gravity, ice and insanity. Bobsleigh = same, except Death himself is the brakeman. And so on. Looks like a hoot.
I made a real effort to watch the Scotland/France Six Nations match on Sunday and managed to miss the first ten minutes. Driving like a loon on some Welsh stage of the WRC while trying to find Five fucking Live on the car radio, I managed to pick up that the Scots were, contrary to expectation, doing rather well.
On telly, it was a sight to see. Gladiatorial. There really should be more sports where 22 stone men knock the hell out of one another. It was when one of the players stood on an opponent’s head…in front of the ref…who told them to play one that you got the measure of the game.
It really was excellent stuff and by half time I was kicking myself for not getting my arse up to Murrayfield where, apparently, there were seats to be had.
Will have to see if I can seek out next Sunday’s game in a boozah, though am worried that local scrote contingent will instead be watching association football like the working class scum they are.
So back up plan is beer and ham sarnies. Indeed, reckon that might be front-up plan.
And as rough as rugby is, I am starting to get excited about the Winter Olympics. Ice skating aside, all the sports are sooooooooooooo dangerous they cannot fail to excite. Luge = tea tray, gravity, ice and insanity. Bobsleigh = same, except Death himself is the brakeman. And so on. Looks like a hoot.
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