In celebration

Of our brave lads ripping the heart out of the boks I have just,
figuratively, eaten the body.

Pukka Serf Effrikan sausage inna bun I have just had.

Made from Wildebeest or summat it was. My butcher, who makes a damned
fine pork chipolata, made up a batch specially for us xenophobes to
gloat with.

Dark with loads of herbs and spices and stuff. It was really rather
mundane. Rather like the boks rugby I suppose.

 

Not normally capable of watching sport, I did with this match as my Dad
was here and requested to watch it. I have to say, it was extremely
dull, bar a few seconds when England scored their try.

A purposeful reminder of why generally I don't watch sport!

 

Dull!?! I thought it was an excellent match to watch [1], although
frustrating that we didn't make more of our early possession. Soem v
good moments of play, swift changes of possession, some quick runs and
lots of blood. What more do you want. Oh yes, we won!

[1] perhaps I have been suffering from withdrawal

--
John

SV650
Black it is
and naked

 

Some people just don't appreciate the intracacies of Rugby Union.[1] This
sort would take more pleasure from a - to me - rather tedious blow-out
against a second-rate team than from an intense, hard fought battle
between two powerful and skilled teams.

[1] Rugby League fans, for one.