I have never (ever!) been so hopelessly lost in a sports discussion as I was reading your description of whatever it is you’re talking about.

I’m fairly certain that’s the reason, but it could also be excessive snow-induced insanity.

Wonder if I’ll snuff before any British national team takes the All Blacks again?

Man, that’s a lot of alliteration.

A friend reckons Twickenham ‘spooked’ them, but that has to be rubbish, surely? But it’s true they just didn’t seem to settle. They didn’t even get sustained ball for about 15 minutes, which was partly due to some tight England play, but also down to some uncharacteristic timidity at the turnover. All very odd. And then that stupid trip (which is more the kind of thing we’re used to from our very, very dense (despite their numerous degrees and expensive private education) England muppets). Maybe things will warm up next match? I’d imagine they’ll have got a bit of a rocket from Gatland, so we’ll see.

Hmmm, ‘a rocket from Gatland’. Not sure it gets much more serious than that. Except possibly one from Johnson.

Bloody hell, serious on CARS.

You know – ‘D’yeh need a bit ‘o werk doin?’ Oirish.

That’s why he runs a Mac website. He got it confused with Tarmac.

I put ‘rugby’ in inverted commas in the previous post because the match bore [sic] only a passing resemblance to that sacred pursuit. I can believe England were that bereft of ‘ooompf’ (they’ve got form over the last year, clearly), but find it harder to slot Wales into that lowly category. Where was the passion? Very disappointing. If I didn’t know better I’d think an English waitress had spiked their food (ahem…). Obviously I love it when we beat you, but not like that. Pffft. If Sunday’s France turn up against Saturday’s England I may yet join you on the high-rise. Either that or re-claim my own Oirish inheritance (because my ancestors couldn’t doggy-paddle out of trouble fast enough . . . and then half of them reversed the journey a couple of thousand years later when the scoff ran out).

Beginning to wish my ancestors were the Welsh who could swim when the Romans came but turning Irish is a definite step too far.

p.s.:-Is Moltz Irish?

And just to prove we like taking the mickey out of mates, I’m going to take my life in my hands and ask Nxxx if he watched the ‘rugby’ on Saturday….

And panic not, Benny. John demands that we take the mickey out of him on CARS. It’s The Law. We are, after all, merely an encore to Mother Nature.

In that respect, we have adopted John as a pseudo-Brit. Over here, getting slaughtered verbally is something of a compliment: we only insult our mates. Everyone else gets ignored or punched. Or both.

Nxxx probably does something unmentionable thereafter, but you’d have to ask him about that. He’s probably got a diagram somewhere to help explain. Or a flowchart. In various shades of red.