Lee Grant
John Eales (66)
I was at the game and you had to be there. No you didn't: it was like being in a car wash inside a wind tunnel. Not when I got there though, just over 2 hours early. No rain; no wind. I left my Driazabone in the car, then hesitated on this little bridge and went back and got it. Hello - there was this little gust of wind - and was that a spot of rain?
It was pissing down just as I got in the stadium but I wasn't worried. The kind lady at the other end of the phone had told me that my bay was under cover. Bullshit. For up and down rain it was technically under cover, but it was blowing right into where I was, so I retreated up the stand and squatted. I read a book up there and an hour later I went down again. The wind had shifted: it was still from the south but not from the west any more. It had easted, and the poor bastards on the other side were copping it.
A slow smile spread over my dial: this is my lucky day I thought. But then the game started.
A few thoughts drifted in.
Firstly: change the colours of the Oz players to light blue and it was like watching the Tahs this year. Therefore when Scotland advanced into the Oz half at the end of the game I knew to a certainty that we would lose, and before you could say "Samoa", we had.
Oz had every chance to win being up near the Scot goal line several times and once for ages, but just like the Tahs: they couldn't seize the big moments and their opponent did.
My 2nd thought was that it was a sad confirmation that Oz teams, and not just the Wallabies, are like babes in the woods when conditions are wet and windy. [The exception is when Gerrard is playing: who can forget his Horatius type game for the Brumbies in Sydney a few years back now when he was MOTM in a losing team.]
Thirdly, I thought that it didn't matter who was injured for the Wallabies or wasn't selected for this game for whatever reason. I doubt if, in those conditions, our 22 best would have done better: we would just be criticising different players.
Fourthly - driving home - I thought that Scotland didn't play those conditions very well either. I felt like after the RWC match against Ireland: we lost to a lower ranked team that did not play all that well, except on defence.
And they seized the one moment they had to. Well done them.
PS - I needed my Driazabone for the walk back to the car.
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It was pissing down just as I got in the stadium but I wasn't worried. The kind lady at the other end of the phone had told me that my bay was under cover. Bullshit. For up and down rain it was technically under cover, but it was blowing right into where I was, so I retreated up the stand and squatted. I read a book up there and an hour later I went down again. The wind had shifted: it was still from the south but not from the west any more. It had easted, and the poor bastards on the other side were copping it.
A slow smile spread over my dial: this is my lucky day I thought. But then the game started.
A few thoughts drifted in.
Firstly: change the colours of the Oz players to light blue and it was like watching the Tahs this year. Therefore when Scotland advanced into the Oz half at the end of the game I knew to a certainty that we would lose, and before you could say "Samoa", we had.
Oz had every chance to win being up near the Scot goal line several times and once for ages, but just like the Tahs: they couldn't seize the big moments and their opponent did.
My 2nd thought was that it was a sad confirmation that Oz teams, and not just the Wallabies, are like babes in the woods when conditions are wet and windy. [The exception is when Gerrard is playing: who can forget his Horatius type game for the Brumbies in Sydney a few years back now when he was MOTM in a losing team.]
Thirdly, I thought that it didn't matter who was injured for the Wallabies or wasn't selected for this game for whatever reason. I doubt if, in those conditions, our 22 best would have done better: we would just be criticising different players.
Fourthly - driving home - I thought that Scotland didn't play those conditions very well either. I felt like after the RWC match against Ireland: we lost to a lower ranked team that did not play all that well, except on defence.
And they seized the one moment they had to. Well done them.
PS - I needed my Driazabone for the walk back to the car.
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