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In a week when the British media is obsessed with the sexual antics of a kick ball player with a woman of fair looks and modern attitudes towards none-contraception, what is exciting is that, except for the 80 minutes of murderous contact, the peoples of Six Nations can sing, drink and chant together in universal adulation of their SPORT.
The individual genius of some solo performance is a part of the magic and hard grind of what could be a great season for one team. Whichever side that is, I pray that it is done with style and grace.
The individual genius of some solo performance is a part of the magic and hard grind of what could be a great season for one team. Whichever side that is, I pray that it is done with style and grace.
Due to the doubts about certain rugby players sexuality,perhaps they should change the name from The Six Nations to The Six Inches.
ReplyDeleteYour just jealous because the the Fashinos' were not Jocks.
ReplyDeleteI meant six inches in diameter-Justin Fashanu.
ReplyDeleteI knew you'd know all the snappers, Royal.
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Were you a Wee Poofter before it became compulsary,or is this what yer father meant by "not turning you back on the enemy".
ReplyDeleteThey tell me that love is just a pain in the arse.
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