Whilst enjoying the rugby World Cup and Six Nations, I only take an interest in day to day domestic/European games when Andy's team Gloucester crashes and burns. After singing Te Deums to their progress up until this weekend, there is now a crashing silence resounding on offmessage.
Don't worry, you can twist the knife if Forest or Shrewsbury (or both) don't make it in the playoffs, Andy.
Don't worry, you can twist the knife if Forest or Shrewsbury (or both) don't make it in the playoffs, Andy.
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Yes yes yes yes.
I very nearly went down to Twickenham to watch it as well. Very glad I didn't. The Theyers' were well represented though, much to their collective disappointment. I could go on and on about how we were missing 4 key players, and that the rain really went against us, but... Well... Let's be honest, we were spanked by a bunch of cheating bastards who aren't scared of giving away penalties in their own 22 and play the ref for all they're worth.
There's a chant that comes up from the Shed every time Leicester visit Kingsholm... "Same old Leicester, always cheating". No surprise that it was heard clear as a bell on the TV soundtrack throughout the match on Saturday.
I refuse to be philosophical about this. We was robbed.
(Despite all evidence to the contrary, of course)
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