I was going to write something about the forthcoming game with Argentina.
I was going to spout the usual drivel about how my heart tells me one thing and my head tells me another, but then I received a comment from O Sean Ici, and it only seems fair to quote his words, as a sort of a special guest spot.
Here’s what OSI thinks about the state of Irish rugby:
When I was a young, strapping rugger-bugger meself, I was told that Rugby Union is a simple game. The big physical forwards bind on, drive over and make the ball available. The scrum half passes to the out half, who runs a straight line at the opposition and just as he’s about to be tackled he passes to the inside centre who does the same and so on… such that the wing gets the ball in space and is able to run or (when dramatics or good value photo opportunities require) dive over the line to register a try. Whatever, Eddie the midget says, the simplicity is staggering in its lack of complexity.
When selecting a team, you choose bulky and aggressive forwards, whilst the only thing that the backs (that suggest themselves for selection) need to do is to be able to carry a ball whilst running straight.
So, we have forwards that have lost their aggression and their hunger for driving over, gaining possesion and feeding their backs, whilst we have backs that hate to run straight – all compounded by the midget’s self-delusion that a few good games in the below par social tournament that is the 6 Nations means anything when you come up aganst the big boys from the southern hemisphere.
The safe and comfortable 6 Nations has weakened each of its participants – like a grand slam or a triple crown means anything other than a form of mutual masturbation amongst TV-funded rivals that allow the massaging of national pride and the venting of historical grudges to bring them all to a state of juddering, jingoistic orgasm. Was beating the English at Croke Park a Rugby result that meant anything or were we simply pulling back the foreskin of our collective sense of historical victimhood….
Ah stop would ya – Rugby is a simple game, if only we could stop the self delusion….