What’s worse, watching Owen Farrell near kicking
England to a porous victory over Wales, or seeing
Mike Brown being the dork he epitomises with his
dog-like intimidating-the-enemy efficiency; there’s
no rest knowing Twickenham isn’t ‘rampant leeks’
happiest hunting ground recently by any means -
tho at least Dan Biggar ably kept them on track in
adding seven penalties to help win the prize
A Welshman I’m saying doesn’t excuse a game’s
pleasure being abused by forward-pack thuggery,
no less wearing the Red Rose, ‘tho Wales’d do it
in equal aplomb - if Referees suggest they’ll let it
be; but thankfully, th’ Welsh 28 - 25 victory came
from the mawkish way the English played …
© 27 September 2015, I. D. Carswell
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