I was chatting to The Great Zucchini yesterday after the match.
The Scots fucked us up, I said. We should have scored a bag of tries today.
Yeah, he replied. I hate that kind of negative cynical destructive kind of rugby. Holding up the ball. Slowing the game down. Beating the shit out of our players in the ruck. Playing the ball on the floor. Offside the whole time. Horrible.
Unless Munster are doing it? I ventured.
Yeah, he said, but then we call it ten-man never-say-die up-the-jumper rugby with a great fighting team spirit dogging it out to the bitter end.
Yeah, he said. It’s different.