Wales v france

The French looked really good against the English , But it will be a different story on saturday when they play Wales ..

Why?

red_stag wrote:Why?

because they will come against a team that want to play ..

Oh right fair enough. Think you've figured it all out

Of course England wanted to play, they just weren't good enough.

I personally take all of these "they didn't want to play" and various other devaluation claims as insults to my intelligence. It's a RWC, everyone wants to play (unless you're coached by Marc Lievremont) and in the end the better side always wins (barring a case of food-poisoning).

Thanks for the heads up..

England were slow slugish and disorganized in all of there pool games .
I think Johnson should stay ....

red_stag wrote:Oh right fair enough. Think you've figured it all out

I'm getting palpitation all the bl00dy time, my heart just starts racing for no reason. It could be because I drink too many lattes at work, but I think it's really Saturdays meeting of my beloved country and the Frech. I like the Frech, I like the way thet play, and I like their food a d drink, but that's all they'll have left at 11am this fateful weekend.

Runster mate, I'm worried you won't make it to Saturday. Your fingers have already given up.

offload wrote:Runster mate, I'm worried you won't make it to Saturday. Your fingers have already given up.

Hey Offy, good to see you're still around, great to see your dragons boys playing so well.

Hey offload, the 'N' key o. The Iphone is too close to the spacebar I keep dropping my Ns. Can't get my tongue around my Rs, either.

A poem for a fallen team:-


O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Wales have real power in their backline with Philips, Roberts, Davies and North.

These are all big hard running backs that any side will struggle against. I fancy Wales to beat the French fairly comfortably. It will just depend on whether or not the French pack turn up. If Wales get parity with the French 8 then its game over for France.

Englandglory, appreciate that. Agreed. Think Priestland's absence will cause us problems?

Messy, long time no post how are you doing. Has your BF recovered yet? Bless, it must be hard for him. I hope he's backing our boys on Saturday!

V2 is pretty good, not so many muppets as the old board. Stick around. Remember DF?? I wonder what became of him.

[quote="Runster"]Hey offload, the 'N' key o. The Iphone is too close to the spacebar I keep dropping my Ns. Can't get my tongue around my Rs, either.

A poem for a fallen team:-


O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love


If we're quoting poetry I couldn't help thinking of this poem by Danny Abse (brother of Leo) . We're heading for Cardiff tomorrow, with the hope of picking up some free Millennium tickets for the game on Saturday, or watching the game from somewhere in Cardiff, just to be there, just to be part of it.


Return to Cardiff by Danny Abse

'Hometown'; well, most admit an affection for a city:
grey, tangled streets I cycled on to school, my first cigarette
in the back lane, and, fool, my first botched love affair.
First everything. Faded torments; self-indulgent pity.

The journey to Cardiff seemed less a return than a raid
on mislaid identities. Of course the whole locus smaller;
the mile-wide Taff now a stream, the castle not as in some black,
gothic dream, but a decent sprawl, a joker's toy faade.

Unfocused voices in the wind, associations, clues,
odds and ends, fringes caught, as when, after the doctor quit,
a door opened and I glimpsed the white, enormous face
of my grandfather, suddenly aghast with certain news.

Unable to define anything I can hardly speak,
and still I love the place for what I wanted it to be
as much as for what it unashamedly is
now for me, a city of strangers, alien and bleak.

Unable to communicate I'm easily betrayed
uneasily diverted by mere sense reflections
like those anchored waterscapes that wander, alter, in the Taff,
hour by hour, as light slants down a different shade.

Illusory, too, that lost dark playground after rain,
the noise of trains, gunshots in what they once called Tiger Bay.
Only real this smell of ripe, damp earth when the sun comes out,
a mixture of pungencies, half exquisite and half plain.

No sooner than I'd arrived the other Cardiff had gone,
smoke in the memory, those but tinned resemblances,
where the boy I was not and the man I am not
met, hesitated, left double footsteps, then walked on.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Great poem.

if you dont get tickets
go to the old arcade in cardiff town and watch from there ,

Its getting bad, the Welsh are quoting poetry. Someone is going to do break into a hymn soon

Martin Johnsons a bitter man.....

without clive he has no plan ,
he always bitches and moans like a true pom ,
he loosing his hair ,
but we dont caaaarrrrrreeeeeeee ,
with Sam our captain well take the Cup home ,.....

wayne barnes is a laughing stock ,

Hey Offy,

You can see I haven't lost any of my pretentiousness!

Still with the same Saffer. He's just about stopped sulking! His second team is Wales. We're off to Cardiff tomorrow, where he took me to my first international Nov 2007.

We've relocated to Norfolk, we have to pretend to be brother and sister just to fit in. This is Ben Youngs country, where having a discernible chin is likely to result in a fine.

Have high hopes of a world cup final place.

MM x

Runster wrote:I'm getting palpitation all the bl00dy time, my heart just starts racing for no reason. It could be because I drink too many lattes at work, but I think it's really Saturdays meeting of my beloved country and the Frech. I like the Frech, I like the way thet play, and I like their food a d drink, but that's all they'll have left at 11am this fateful weekend.

...contact your GP.

Messymesina wrote:Hey Offy,

You can see I haven't lost any of my pretentiousness!

Still with the same Saffer. He's just about stopped sulking! His second team is Wales. We're off to Cardiff tomorrow, where he took me to my first international Nov 2007.

We've relocated to Norfolk, we have to pretend to be brother and sister just to fit in. This is Ben Youngs country, where having a discernible chin is likely to result in a fine.

Have high hopes of a world cup final place.

MM x

LOL
Be careful in Norfolk - the definition of matched luggage out there is having two carrier bags from the same store !!
Time that Saffer made an honest sister of you. Have a great day in Cardiff.

Two carrier bags you must be loaded.