Mar 07, 2009 16:25
Fuck me, that was the ugliest game of rugby I can remember. We got murdered at the breakdown, especially without Ritchie, and looked as nervous as I've ever seen a side look. Even with the NZ kicking coach having a go with Slade and Brett, Slade's single shot at goal was dire. It could be a long season.
I'd never watched Blackadder Goes Forth before last night. The final episode "Goodbyeee" was a masterful balance of hilarious black comedy and painful melancholy.
rugby,
crusaders