The state of you this morning fully justifies the decision to protect the sanctity of the official RWC thread
Did you really come up with it yourself though?
Are you not rugby set now as well, fully invested in and behind the Team of Us?
I merely asked a simple question that the rubby set avoided answering - if you think thatās someone in a state you must be very, very precious ā¦
I was, I truly was ā¦ but itās very hard to stay an board a ship full of wankers.
No need to bring politics into this fellaā¦
Look - Iāll still be pulling on the green jersey Saturday but iām very disappointed and disillusioned with the rubby set.
A noble attitude. Get your hydration right. A few pinterinos of Captain H and youāll be front and centre on the bandwagon by the time Conor Murray nicks over with a trademark ādartā to win it for us.
I also plan to wear my Limerick jersey to the Milk Market on Saturday, bud
Choco, I spent last night deep in prayer and meditation, thinking about football, thinking about rugby, thinking about St. Patrick and thinking about you.
Choco, our patron saint lived an incredibly difficult life. He was kidnapped from his family as a child and never saw his native Wales again. The Irish people he met were a pack of slave dealing cunts. They lived in north Antrim and today their descendants follow rugby and say āTommyyyyy Bowwwwe!ā
Saint Patrick, sound lad as he was, despised them and everything they stood for. He was a simple, down-to-earth type. He was physically unattractive and poor and sometimes the snidey rugby-supporting Antrim men made fun of him. He escaped and said āfuck these cuntsā and went to Europe.
While in europe he had a dream that all the old Irish cunts he knew were calling to him because they needed his help. They needed him in the team. He realised that like it or lump it, he was an Irishman now, these were his countrymen and he came home and got stuck into the scrum.
I believe that today your countrymen are calling to you. I believe that deep down you can hear them calling. You need to listen to that call. Irelandās Call.
The rugby goys act tough but they also know that they need you in at scrum-half. Ultimately rugby goy and sound football fan are fed from the same green grass.
Choco, for the next few days, be the best @anon61878697 you can be. Join us and let us defeat the evil All Blacks together. Its time to listen to Irelandās Call.
#teamofus
Fair play Tank. Youāve really gone full-Tank, batshit mental over this stuff for the last week or so.
By Godā¦ I thought for a fleeting moment that this was heading to a Paddy Jackson climax. The bit about returning home with his buddies to the strains of Riding in the Hall threw me off.
Ireland, Ireland, Ireland
Iām just a patriot
I was going to make a smart Alec type point about cancelling a game at the RWC between the 1st and 12th ranked teams and no one really caring and comparing that to what would happen at the FIFA WC if they cancelled a game between the 1st and 12th ranked teams and how that would be such a marquee fixture and that that would never be allowed happen. Except it turns out that the 1st ranked team is Belgium and the 12th ranked team is Mexico and really no-one would give a monkeys.
Glad you didnāt.
Mon Ireland
Nope. The Treaty County
Which treaty?
@gilgamboa is a true rugby man. All he wants to do is talk about whatās happening out on the pitch, team selections and match ups, strategy, coaching techniques, tactical innovations. Instead all heās met with here most of the time is the likes of @anon61878697 and the rugby once every four year soccer crew, badgering him with questions every few minutes on everything and anything but whatās going on out on the paddock - a bit like the yappy first student in the lecture hall who has a question about everything - what match is starting in an hour, as I canāt find my World Cup wallchart to consult, world rankings, qualification process, rules of the competition, the weather forecast, the anthems to be played, homecoming parades with the Webb Ellis Cup, should we or should we not respond to the silly haka dance.