What I've been doing
Mar. 2nd, 2009 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99So yeah, I spent Friday night to Sunday morning in London watching the rugby, discovering that when the French are good, they're very good, that I don't like the taste of protein shakes, that Scotland v Italy when the Italians appear to have forgotton how to play is possibly the worst match I've ever seen (I have no idea what the Scots's excuse was) and that Ronan O'Gara is conspiring to give me a heart attack.
Bad Ronan. No biscuits.
Other that, I am happy with the win, even a 1 point win, given that, well, the only player on the Ireland team that was functional was Brian O'Driscoll, and that's despite the entire England team conspiring to concuss him. I am neither joking nor exaggerating on that one. Poor dear BOD looked like he had a screaming headache from the 50th minute onwards.
The general lack of inventiveness from the Irish side can be summed up by Jerry Flannery (who I love and adore, and worship his tiny, befuddled socks), the hooker, acting as the scrum half for most of his turn on the pitch. What was that Mr. Kidney, what was that indeed?
I am, however, deeply amused and pleased, that when Ireland need to hold on to the ball, the man they turn to for scrum-halfing (this was after Jerry Flannery was switched off for Rory Best who is a better hooker, but less versatile at the break downs) is still Peter Stringer. And it worked.
So yes, happy, happy day, but I wouldn't want to be in Brian O'Driscoll's head this morning. Or Danny Care's shoes once Martin Johnson has got hold of him. Funniest moment of the match was at that point, and the cameras following Martin Johnson managed to catch him saying "for fuck's sake". The entire pub laughed and gave him the biggest cheer of the game.
Bad Ronan. No biscuits.
Other that, I am happy with the win, even a 1 point win, given that, well, the only player on the Ireland team that was functional was Brian O'Driscoll, and that's despite the entire England team conspiring to concuss him. I am neither joking nor exaggerating on that one. Poor dear BOD looked like he had a screaming headache from the 50th minute onwards.
The general lack of inventiveness from the Irish side can be summed up by Jerry Flannery (who I love and adore, and worship his tiny, befuddled socks), the hooker, acting as the scrum half for most of his turn on the pitch. What was that Mr. Kidney, what was that indeed?
I am, however, deeply amused and pleased, that when Ireland need to hold on to the ball, the man they turn to for scrum-halfing (this was after Jerry Flannery was switched off for Rory Best who is a better hooker, but less versatile at the break downs) is still Peter Stringer. And it worked.
So yes, happy, happy day, but I wouldn't want to be in Brian O'Driscoll's head this morning. Or Danny Care's shoes once Martin Johnson has got hold of him. Funniest moment of the match was at that point, and the cameras following Martin Johnson managed to catch him saying "for fuck's sake". The entire pub laughed and gave him the biggest cheer of the game.
