Well now. What do you say about that?
France 25. Ireland 3.
What the fuck do you say about that?
You could say the referee was very harsh against Ireland, and you’d be right. He was.
Ah no. He wasn’t harsh enough to account for that.
You could say we were unlucky.
Yes, you could say that and yes, you’d be a complete fool. We weren’t unlucky. If anything, France were unlucky not to have scored two more tries. So was it the players? Certainly. They didn’t do what was necessary, but this was the same team who were two tackles short of beating France and winning the Grand Slam a short few months ago.
Very well then. You could say our manager is a total waste of space, and all of a sudden you’d be getting warmer.
Not a fool. Certainly not stupid. Eddie is neither of these things, but he is most certainly a complete management disaster, though not necessarily an unhappy management disaster. After all, what manager, going into an international competition, would turn down the offer of an extra four years in advance of the tournament? Way to go!!!, as our American friends are inclined to say.
I was just wondering, and you can feel free to come back and call me an ignorant gobshite if you feel like it. I was just wondering why a competent manager would bring a bunch of top-class sportsmen all the way to France and keep half of them waiting for a game, sitting on the bench like schoolboys. I was wondering why, for example, a top-class manager would take a player like Geordan Murphy, a mercurial, unpredictable, inspirational winger who might well command a place on any All Blacks selection, and crush his inspirational spirit and then dismiss him out of hand.
Well, maybe I can understand that as a manager you might not feel such a player fits into your game plan. Fair enough.
But then, my next problem is to figure out why you would include, as his replacement, a fucking donkey.
Ah, I don’t know. Maybe this is all about top-flight international management technical decisions, and maybe the likes of me just don’t know what the hell we’re talking about.
That’s probably it. We’re probably just the fucking fools who buy the tickets and shout for the team.