A loss of two halves
So we lost, eh?
I was as sad as the next bloke that doesn't watch most rugby but likes the big games. I wasn't assured we would beat South Africa, but thought we'd get past a to-date lacklustre France. What at a game, though. Terrific.
I'm over the loss now, as I suspect are most people. Hey, it's just one or two of those things. But the media, having little else to write about, are in deepest mourning mode on our behalf.
Getting rid of your coach - especially Mr 90% Graham Henry - seems a massive overreaction (Robbie Deans got his bid in early). Is this what we do here? I thought we were the passionless people. Perhaps that's what passionless people do - they seek scapegoats. This is a technical solution; the French apparently had more of that passion stuff than us (though did you see the tears on Dan Carter's face. To me that's a good sign. It's a sign that we care, and that we don't care that we care.)
Burning one of those black flags that people have been flying from their cars seemed like a passionate response - it's what a friend saw happen on the morning of our loss. But it was probably just an ironic little gesture. I though the same - you useless buggers!
Speaking of flags, perhaps we should take this opportunity to change our unimaginative little emblem, along with our lugubrious anthem. The particularly rousing Flower of Scotland, which is only 40 years old, and La Marseillaise are both martial hymns.
Changing the flag would at least get us away from the similarly lame Australian one.
The Aussies, being the displacement specialists they are, felt bad but took comfort in the possibility we'd be feeling worse.
I was as sad as the next bloke that doesn't watch most rugby but likes the big games. I wasn't assured we would beat South Africa, but thought we'd get past a to-date lacklustre France. What at a game, though. Terrific.
I'm over the loss now, as I suspect are most people. Hey, it's just one or two of those things. But the media, having little else to write about, are in deepest mourning mode on our behalf.
Getting rid of your coach - especially Mr 90% Graham Henry - seems a massive overreaction (Robbie Deans got his bid in early). Is this what we do here? I thought we were the passionless people. Perhaps that's what passionless people do - they seek scapegoats. This is a technical solution; the French apparently had more of that passion stuff than us (though did you see the tears on Dan Carter's face. To me that's a good sign. It's a sign that we care, and that we don't care that we care.)
Burning one of those black flags that people have been flying from their cars seemed like a passionate response - it's what a friend saw happen on the morning of our loss. But it was probably just an ironic little gesture. I though the same - you useless buggers!
Speaking of flags, perhaps we should take this opportunity to change our unimaginative little emblem, along with our lugubrious anthem. The particularly rousing Flower of Scotland, which is only 40 years old, and La Marseillaise are both martial hymns.
Changing the flag would at least get us away from the similarly lame Australian one.
The Aussies, being the displacement specialists they are, felt bad but took comfort in the possibility we'd be feeling worse.
posted by Mark Broatch at 2:38 PM
7 Comments:
Dan Carter crying is a good sign? I am sorry, but rugby is a game that is about male values. Tears are for metrosexuals and snags, not test match winning rugby players. I was shocked when I saw him in tears. I thought stop grizzling and start acting like a man.
Oh, FFS... I have a damn sight more respect for Daniel Carter than Anton Oliver right now, after this crass and tasteless blurt:
"I have just finished reading Massacre at Passchendaele and also All Quiet on the Western Front, and in both of those books they describe no man's land quite clearly and vividly," Oliver said.
"And that is what it felt like in the players' changing room and in their hearts and minds. It feels desolate, decay, the putrid smell of, I don't know, death."
(Source: http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/4/story.cfm?c_id=4&objectid=10468462 )
Wanker of the Week, I think.
Sympathies from a Welshman - we never beat France with Henry and Hanson in charge either!
No pressure for the next World Cup in NZ ay!!??
It is pretty sad that we define our national sense of pride on a sports outcome.
The essence of sporting competition is that somebody loses. To blindly expect
A tiny nation of 4 million can consistently beat the best of the best from every other rugby-playing nation in the world is ludicrous.
Get over it. Celebrate success in film arts, literature, music.
And if Mister Pip doesn't get the Booker Prize I'll slit my fuckin' wrists - and move to Brizzie!!!!
Don't move to Brizzie - that is that same thing as slitting yr throat.
Sanctuary, it's the way of the world - tears and stuff. I cried moving some wood under the house - shit was it was heavy.
Are we over it yet? Seems to have carried on for a week. But I blame the meeja.
MB
Hi MB
Yes - I know what you're saying.
XXX Pipi
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