Did anyone watch that tonight?
Did you see it? Did you see that? Did you watch that piece of shit?
Well, punk? Did ya?
Was that, or was it not, the final proof that we should give up following a ridiculous game we’re no good at?
Oh wait. Shit. I forgot we’re no good at rugby either. I forgot we lined out against the absolutely WORST fucking team in the entire World Cup and they nearly fucking beat us!! I forgot that this is the best-prepared Irish rugby squad ever, packed full of goddam winners. Packed full of absolute cast-iron heroes, including a good pile of Munster gods, like the great Paul O Connell, Denis Leamy, David Wallace, Peter Stringer, Ronan O Gara and John Hayes. People who brought us Limerick people to one of the greatest ever moments in our sporting history when we trudged and swam and sailed and flew and worm-holed our way to the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff (as I did myself, along with my beloved young Bullet) and brought home the Heineken Cup after a gigantic and wonderful odyssey.
As if that wasn’t enough, they’re captained by a man with the most talent and best hair any rugby player has ever possessed.
That’s true. All true.
What a wonderful bunch of guys, and I have not the slightest intention of bad-mouthing even one of them. They’re our own, and we might meet them any day walking down the street. Honest as the day is long, and dead straight.
But still, what the fuck?
What the fuck happened against Namibia, the worst team in the whole competition? The team you expect to bang in a routine hundred points against? I was talking to a respected former Munster player tonight and I think what he said was right. He said that we didn’t show them respect. He said rugby is a game of the heart and if you feel good, you’ll do good. He said we allowed Namibia to gain heart instead of crushing their spirit and then they punished us.
He was right. The All Blacks wouldn’t make that mistake and neither would the Australians or the South Africans. If we’re going to make an impact on this thing, we need to start showing a bit of respect to the opposition, and Eddie O Sullivan needs to start using that bench a whole lot more than he has done.
I seem to have drifted away from soccer, but that’s hardly surprising. We were shit. We had an open goal and the best we could do was bang it against the upright. We had a winnable game against Slovakia the other day and we threw it down the toilet.
Why blame the manager? Staunton was never up to the job. Let’s blame the FAI fools, including Delaney the cynical dimwit, who appointed him so they could secure their personal positions and make as much personal money for themselves as they could. Let’s blame the arseholes who decided to suck as much cash as they could out of Irish soccer and never mind if we succeeded in winning anything.
The same fools who sent a team to Saipan with no footballs.
These fuckers don’t care about sport. All they care about is siphoning enough money out of sport to pay for their houses as fast as possible.
Staunton? He doesn’t matter. Any fool will do. Winning isn’t the point, and if you thought it was, you’re as big a fool as Roy Keane.