Mate itās rugby, thereās only 8 other countries in the world youād have to avoid going to.
This cunt
Rule Brittania.
Fuck that, the child tried to be the hero and got landed on his hole.
Bizarre show on RTE at the moment where Brent Pope goes around talking to Irish people who make art, but are not artists. Or something.
Every movement had its hangers on who can be bought off when the going gets tough or when they are offered riches to abandon the noble cause. Their desertion makes us stronger. We are no longer weakened by those with good intentions but poor willpower.
If I look back on my first few years on TFK I cringe at my posts on rugby. I wasnāt just a casual admirer, I was setting my alarm clock to rise early and watch Britain on tour in Australia and the likes. I was writing long posts on ātacticsā and selection. I was debating the āintricaciesā of the game I played with lads who felt qualified to dissect it because they owned a red and navy fleece. But only from those darkest days can I appreciate the clarity and enlightenment I feel today.
I take some comfort from the speed of my transition from the fanatic I was. I moved straight past casual interest and apathy (two horribly dangerous zones of tolerance) to a healthy distrust before settling on an even healthier anti-rugby zeal. I bring my experiences from the other side and wear the scars of rugby shamefully but gratefully.
I thank God my two young children will never watch a rugby match under my roof. And I welcome the increased viewership boasted of by the blind masses. The collective pain, when it comes, will be so much more enjoyable for its breadth of suffering. We will rejoice like the true believers at the rapture.
Thatās a belter of a post
What knocked you off the damascus bound donkey?
Not to speak for Rocko but rugby used to be quite enjoyably to watch before it went professional. Back in the days when you had a bunch of fat lads in the forwards and skinny sprinters in the backs. It used to take the forwards minutes to get across the field for line outs, they hated cunts kicking the ball and expecting them to follow it. Now itās just 15 muscle machines banging into another 15. Itās a horrible sport. Imagine the genius that was Mike Gibson playing today, they would make sawdust out of him.
No doubt, the size of them means theres too many players on the field now. Quite similar to how nfl lines have widened, theres no room to run through people anymore. Plus the professional era has seen tackling and defense improve, easier with the little space the hefty backs now impose. Drop two men and end the constant drag and boredom of scrummaging which is too subjectively reffed anyway, and youve a way better game. As ive said before, turn it into rugby league.
Iād love to know what they are giving them though, Iām trying to beef up a few weanlings here for the November sales and Iām not seeing the results Iād like.
Growing up in Galway we had fairly decent exposure to it. Galwegians, Corinthians, Monivea, Creggs, Buccaneers,ā¦ Always a bit of craic seeing fat lads knocking lumps out of each other. Always.
Eddie OāSullivanās book is worth a read. He talks about coaching Monivea and getting the local hurlers and bogballers, like the Blades and Tomas Mannion, on board.
Not big men but animals. Some of the hardiest fuckers I have ever encountered.
+1
I remember seeing them run out of the changing rooms in Athenry and just being plain scared!
They were all boxers too. One of them all Ireland junior champion.
You sound like a Priest desperately trying to repress their homosexual dalliances before entering the seminary. Just let it all out buddy.
Delighted to give this post the 10th like.
I had to mute one of my WhatsApp conversations earlier, a few of the cunts on it are Cardiff bound and the banter is only mighty.
Rugby league is the most monotonous game out there. It makes bowls seem exciting. Seven uncontested phases of play before you return the ball to opposition for the same thing to happen How anyone in Yorks/Lancs thought this was a good idea is beyond me.