The sun is out. I bet there aren't too many days of this sunshine left. It won't be long now and those in SA will start gloating about how hot it is there and how cold it is here. We shall be wrapped up in our sheepskin moccasins and 2 million count duck feather duvets, our real fires in our living rooms and pubs will be roaring (I'm surprised the health and safety communists haven't stopped this) while on the other side of the planet, they will be wearing speedo's and cooking sausages on the fire. Unless of course you live in Australia. In Australia, every time someone lights up a barbie the whole place burns down, ancient forests are destroyed and cute and thirsty koala bears make it onto the front page of every newspaper. But at least the sun is shining. And to have that is sometimes akin to having oxygen, or so they would have us believe. And I believe.
There. An explosive and get it in there on the Aussies before the world cup start to this day's blog post. I guess you're probably bored of me prattling on about just how marvellous this pub is so I thought I would wind things up a bit. In the land of the long white cloud the juggernaut of All Black rugby is steadying itself for home tournament pressure. Not only have they got earthquakes to deal with - and there has been a few of those - they also have a demanding home crowd to please. And as any rugby enthusiast will tell you, since 1987 they have been less than successful in finding what was hidden in the Webb Ellis trophy. Like before the last world cup on 2007, it seems that NZ have peaked a tad early. They seem to forget, repeatedly, that winning the Tri Nations in World Cup year is really not that important. They seem to forget that no one remembers who won the tri nations but everyone remembers who won the world cup. They also seem to think that chanting their natives haka still has the same mystical effect on their opponents, only the tree huggers have expressed outrage about drawing the thumb across the throat lest it offends someone. But after the haka you're allowed to inflict as much pain as you can. Go Figure.
South Africa in the meantime is doing a Jake White and fielding a D side for the Tri Nations, which - and this is a bit odd because we have done it before and no one seems to remember this - hopefully keeps our best but now very old and five time veterans of World cups and part time waiters at Spur (may as well put them in every position possible) players in tip top condition. Last time we did this we were accused of spoiling the game of rugby and then we went onto win the World Cup. This time, players rested an' all, I think Div will be lucky to take us to the final and to win it will require the finess of a ballerina. Or maybe a dodgy meal served to the opponents. Or maybe Julius Malema can wear John Smits number and be carried aloft by the players after their valiant and victorious second round exit...anyway I digress and its not all about winning. Right? Div, I am waiting for your call. Wouldn't mind a run in the last game.
And as for England. No one is saying anything at all about their chances at this years world cup. Does this mean that they're keeping it a secret from me in case I pass on this sensitive information to Div? Does it mean that they're quietly confident of a victory? Or does it mean that the fans have given up in despair in what the board of the RFU are up to? I don't know but it is good to know that here they have the same shit at the higher levels of sport as SA does. Only in SA it will always be worked back to race.
That's it for today. Hope you have a fabulous day. Until tomorrow.
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