Monday, 14 May 2007
End of Season.
No more rugby.
No more rushing home on a Friday to catch the highlights of the weeks games.
No more RBS podcasts listing the errors and woes of your team.
No more last minute penalties and desperate drives for the line.
No more dancing feet, up and unders or pressured scrums.
No more hero's no more villains.
No more chants, songs or hymns.
No more heart stopping moments or TV referrals.
No more questioning the lineage or vision of the ref.
(Until September, when the World Cup starts.)
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Thank fuck for that
Really? And I thought you were such a big fan.
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