I Support The Welsh At Rugby
A Miracle to Behold
So, Wales sit, balanced precariously, on top of World Rugby's preposterous pyramid.
The Welsh XV, ably assisted by a French referee intent on extracting full revenge for Waterloo and Agincourt, scraped past a scratch England team to win by a narrow margin of 13-6.
The gallant men from the valleys pulled on their blood red shirts to face the assembled might of England - failed Kiwis, failed South Africans, south sea islanders, and some second XV players from the leagues, all led by Eddie "I'm certainly not Welsh, boyo" Jones.
When the referee realised that the red devils were in danger of defeat, he sent an English knight from the field for daring to tackle one of the Welsh primadonnas. He then allowed the Welsh to score a try while England were just standing around, trying to work out what happened - not altogether an unaccustomed condition for the English these days.
Every time the English tried to restart the game quickly, the referee told them to wait, as the Welsh players were still adjusting their make-up.
Later in the game, our French arbiter encouraged a mass attack by Welsh hooligans on the innocent English, without sanction or penalty.
To be fair - and it is not something I do too often, I feel quite uncomfortable being fair to the Welsh - it was clear from the general run of play that England, even if they had had the backing of the referee, both linesmen, and the massed bands of the Brigade of Guards, would have struggled to make much impression on the Welsh defence.
So - and this does stick in my throat - congratulations to Wales! Let's hope that the point of the pyramid does not penetrate too far into your soul.
So, Wales sit, balanced precariously, on top of World Rugby's preposterous pyramid.
The Welsh XV, ably assisted by a French referee intent on extracting full revenge for Waterloo and Agincourt, scraped past a scratch England team to win by a narrow margin of 13-6.
The gallant men from the valleys pulled on their blood red shirts to face the assembled might of England - failed Kiwis, failed South Africans, south sea islanders, and some second XV players from the leagues, all led by Eddie "I'm certainly not Welsh, boyo" Jones.
When the referee realised that the red devils were in danger of defeat, he sent an English knight from the field for daring to tackle one of the Welsh primadonnas. He then allowed the Welsh to score a try while England were just standing around, trying to work out what happened - not altogether an unaccustomed condition for the English these days.
Every time the English tried to restart the game quickly, the referee told them to wait, as the Welsh players were still adjusting their make-up.
Later in the game, our French arbiter encouraged a mass attack by Welsh hooligans on the innocent English, without sanction or penalty.
To be fair - and it is not something I do too often, I feel quite uncomfortable being fair to the Welsh - it was clear from the general run of play that England, even if they had had the backing of the referee, both linesmen, and the massed bands of the Brigade of Guards, would have struggled to make much impression on the Welsh defence.
So - and this does stick in my throat - congratulations to Wales! Let's hope that the point of the pyramid does not penetrate too far into your soul.
