Great weekend to be an Aussie!
How good was it? It was ‘uckin’ good!
Sing with me people. ‘We are so good. We are so good! We are so bloooooody, bloody good!’ Oh crikey, it’s green and XXXX Golds all round!
Not only did we win, but the Poms are already back home sippin’ hot beer, n eatin’ fish-n-chips. Classic!
Bokke they go bye-bye!
That game was enormous. It was brutally beautiful: tense, engaging, smothering. The occasion and the significance of the outcome made the game that much more special. My heart was pounding like Japanese Taiko drums being thumped by a composite of Arnold Schwarzenegger and KostyaTszyu.
Like everyone else, it took me ages to recover. I had this massive tension build-up, so I took the boy and wifey down to the local park and gave ‘em both an absolute spanking in cricket. Gee I was good. I was everywhere — bowling ten-over spells, fielding my own bowling, sprinting between overs, and running on every ball. Special!
It was a pretty tense and life changing experience. Imagine if the good guys had lost? That would have been earth shattering. So we must spare a thought for the Bokke supporters — we know it could have just as easily been us waking up on Monday morn feelin’ like poo.
OK, that’s enough empathy.
Any team that attempts two field goals (forcing two fluffy puppies to die) in my mind loses the right to complain about losing a game of rugby.
Give me 1000 Quade Coopers any day!
Give me a flawed genius over a safe-and-reliable five-eighth every bloody time. Every bloody time people, and five times on Sundee.
Quade Cooper for mine is one of the best things to have happened to rugby for a long time. OK, he has some issues and hasn’t really played that consistently well in 2011, but, well, but he’s freaky good when he’s on. He can win games and brings lottsa, lottsa extra bums on seats and publicity to the game.
I also just think he’ll be back to his best, even as early as this weekend v his cousie-bros.
Jonny-boy — what could have been?
I’m a massive fan of Jonny Wilkinson. Those (very few) of you who live on the Sunny Coast and catch my weekly sports column magic will know I rejoice in giving the Poms a hard time. It’s not personal of course, it’s just that being an Aussie, it’s what we do. Anyhoo, big fan of Johnny-boy.
We know he can kick — all too clearly — but he can also tackle, has great skills and vision with the jaffa in hand. What is that, you say? Good with the jaffa? What game in what year did the Poms run the ball, you say incredulously? And we crack ourselves up!
But the big fella can attack; we just don’t see it enough. And I wonder how different a player he would have developed into had he lived in Aussie or Kiwiland where approaches to the game (and the weather, in Aussie) are more conducive to encouraging and developing the ball-in-hand-running skills of players?
(Please don’t confuse that with a belief that I believe Aussie are good at the running game and have even been encouraged to do so. In fact, I reckon historically Wallabies teams have been very conservative in their attacking styles. Certainly prior to the pro area… but I’m digressing enormously from my point!)
And the other issue for Jonny is that his kicking game is bloody awesome — he’s kinda a slave to that sublime capacity/skill.
Link to coach Bokke?
News the Boks might look abroad to the open market for a head coach got me thinkin’.
With Dingo Deans locked in at the pointy end of the Wallabies, where does that leave the best coach in Australia, Le Link? Not sure how long the Link is inked in at the Reds or his interest in such a job, but weirder things have occurred in the pro coachin’ caper.
Just throwing that one out there.
