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And yet again I watch the news with a barely contained loathing for the general populace of this country.
I don't mean people like you, I mean those other people.
You know the ones:
The ones that have England flags in their window every 4 years when it's the world cup, and then take them down when it's all over.
The ones that have cut out "n" keep soldier's heads in their front window to "support our boys".
But especially, and oh how do I wish for firebombs, the ones that have never previously taken the slightest goddamn bit of interest in Rugby and couldn't tell you a single player.
But all of a sudden they've dusted out their Engerlund flags and have them in their windows.
They pile into their car and head down to the airport to shout and scream and sing at the "homecoming heroes".
They demand ticker-tape parades and streets-named-in-honour for "our boys!!!".
When, 2 weeks ago, they weren't even aware that the Rugby world cup was on and couldn't tell you any of the players involved or where it was being held.
Don't think I'm knocking the world-cup winning team. They should feel damn proud and celebratory, they should revel in their achievements and hold their heads high.
No, I'm curling a lip in disgust at the rent-a-patriots that suddenly have the heart of a lion and eyes fill of mist for this green and sceptered isle whenever a sporting event comes along that we win at.
It happens every year with tennis and Henman/Rusedksi.
St George face-painted goobers screaming "GWON TIM!!!!!!" until he crashes out again, then everyone turns to the Canadian one that plays for us.
Yet, strangely, once Wimbledon passes, there is zero coverage or mention at all in the press of the other tournaments and placings these players feature in for the rest of the year.
No, it's only that 2 week window that these cow-people suddenly feel proud of this country and declare how much they love and support these people.
The tabloids are playing these people like a goddamn Stradivarius.
"The new Beckham!"
Hardly. These Rugby players earn a fraction of premiership footballers, nowhere near as much as these effete ball kickers.
They get hardly a mention before they won the world cup and people had no idea of the guy who is suddenly feted as a king.
You either display the English flag 12 months of the year and support sport EVEN WHEN WE SUCK, or you shut the hell up and go back to whatever it is that you do.
Nobody outside of genuine fans cared about Rugby before they won the world cup.
Now all of a sudden these mindless tools are clogging streets and singing "Sweet Chariot".
Oh oh, but only the 1ST STANZA. These nobjockeys are too stupid to realise and sing that refrain over and over and over.
Morons.
It's the conveniently-timed patriotism that raises my bile.
World Cup events and Last Night of The Proms are the only occasions where suddenly these morons are "PRAAAAAAD TO BE ENGLISH GUVNAH!!!!".
Yet only last week they were screaming for the monarchy to be disbanded because The Sun says so.
"So what's wrong with supporting your team then?" will be the complaint.
Nothing, but a sizeable chunk of people screaming at Heathrow admitted to the news cameras that they hadn't really followed Rugby before.
And, unless they win every year from now on, these faddy flag waving monkeys will go right back to smearing their faces in paint and chanting "TIGER TIM!!!" when that lacklustre vampire bombs out of yet another tournament, and it's that annual "Well, perhaps next year" after-match report.
I don't mean people like you, I mean those other people.
You know the ones:
The ones that have England flags in their window every 4 years when it's the world cup, and then take them down when it's all over.
The ones that have cut out "n" keep soldier's heads in their front window to "support our boys".
But especially, and oh how do I wish for firebombs, the ones that have never previously taken the slightest goddamn bit of interest in Rugby and couldn't tell you a single player.
But all of a sudden they've dusted out their Engerlund flags and have them in their windows.
They pile into their car and head down to the airport to shout and scream and sing at the "homecoming heroes".
They demand ticker-tape parades and streets-named-in-honour for "our boys!!!".
When, 2 weeks ago, they weren't even aware that the Rugby world cup was on and couldn't tell you any of the players involved or where it was being held.
Don't think I'm knocking the world-cup winning team. They should feel damn proud and celebratory, they should revel in their achievements and hold their heads high.
No, I'm curling a lip in disgust at the rent-a-patriots that suddenly have the heart of a lion and eyes fill of mist for this green and sceptered isle whenever a sporting event comes along that we win at.
It happens every year with tennis and Henman/Rusedksi.
St George face-painted goobers screaming "GWON TIM!!!!!!" until he crashes out again, then everyone turns to the Canadian one that plays for us.
Yet, strangely, once Wimbledon passes, there is zero coverage or mention at all in the press of the other tournaments and placings these players feature in for the rest of the year.
No, it's only that 2 week window that these cow-people suddenly feel proud of this country and declare how much they love and support these people.
The tabloids are playing these people like a goddamn Stradivarius.
"The new Beckham!"
Hardly. These Rugby players earn a fraction of premiership footballers, nowhere near as much as these effete ball kickers.
They get hardly a mention before they won the world cup and people had no idea of the guy who is suddenly feted as a king.
You either display the English flag 12 months of the year and support sport EVEN WHEN WE SUCK, or you shut the hell up and go back to whatever it is that you do.
Nobody outside of genuine fans cared about Rugby before they won the world cup.
Now all of a sudden these mindless tools are clogging streets and singing "Sweet Chariot".
Oh oh, but only the 1ST STANZA. These nobjockeys are too stupid to realise and sing that refrain over and over and over.
Morons.
It's the conveniently-timed patriotism that raises my bile.
World Cup events and Last Night of The Proms are the only occasions where suddenly these morons are "PRAAAAAAD TO BE ENGLISH GUVNAH!!!!".
Yet only last week they were screaming for the monarchy to be disbanded because The Sun says so.
"So what's wrong with supporting your team then?" will be the complaint.
Nothing, but a sizeable chunk of people screaming at Heathrow admitted to the news cameras that they hadn't really followed Rugby before.
And, unless they win every year from now on, these faddy flag waving monkeys will go right back to smearing their faces in paint and chanting "TIGER TIM!!!" when that lacklustre vampire bombs out of yet another tournament, and it's that annual "Well, perhaps next year" after-match report.
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I hated rugby before and I hate rugby now. Oooh, you can kick a ball a long way! Like a goalkeeper. And you bite people and poke your fingers in their eye! Like a little girl. Well done, now p*ss off back to Eton.
The only thing I hate more than rugby is wild media coverage of rugby, proclaiming it to be the new national sport, and 2003 to be a new dawn of British sporting achievement. I hate to break it to them but nobody will give a crap about rugby in two weeks time. I just got the new Onion book and it has an appropriate headline: Women's Olympic Bobsled Team Hopes To Inspire Young Girls To Bobsled.
The only thing I hate more than rugby is wild media coverage of rugby, proclaiming it to be the new national sport, and 2003 to be a new dawn of British sporting achievement. I hate to break it to them but nobody will give a crap about rugby in two weeks time. I just got the new Onion book and it has an appropriate headline: Women's Olympic Bobsled Team Hopes To Inspire Young Girls To Bobsled.
"lacklustre vampire" :)
I dislike rugby, so I wasn't interested in the 'great victory' one jot. Didn't watch it. In fact, I dislike international sport in general, especially international football - it just gets in the way of real football.
I dislike rugby, so I wasn't interested in the 'great victory' one jot. Didn't watch it. In fact, I dislike international sport in general, especially international football - it just gets in the way of real football.
Totally agree with you there Goaty...
I don't like patriotism very much at all.
And yet again I watch the news with a barely contained loathing for the general populace of this country.
I don't mean people like you, I mean those other people.
You know the ones:
The ones that have England flags in their window every 4 years when it's the world cup, and then take them down when it's all over.
The ones that have cut out "n" keep soldier's heads in their front window to "support our boys".
But especially, and oh how do I wish for firebombs, the ones that have never previously taken the slightest goddamn bit of interest in Rugby and couldn't tell you a single player.
But all of a sudden they've dusted out their Engerlund flags and have them in their windows.
They pile into their car and head down to the airport to shout and scream and sing at the "homecoming heroes".
They demand ticker-tape parades and streets-named-in-honour for "our boys!!!".
When, 2 weeks ago, they weren't even aware that the Rugby world cup was on and couldn't tell you any of the players involved or where it was being held.
Don't think I'm knocking the world-cup winning team. They should feel damn proud and celebratory, they should revel in their achievements and hold their heads high.
No, I'm curling a lip in disgust at the rent-a-patriots that suddenly have the heart of a lion and eyes fill of mist for this green and sceptered isle whenever a sporting event comes along that we win at.
It happens every year with tennis and Henman/Rusedksi.
St George face-painted goobers screaming "GWON TIM!!!!!!" until he crashes out again, then everyone turns to the Canadian one that plays for us.
Yet, strangely, once Wimbledon passes, there is zero coverage or mention at all in the press of the other tournaments and placings these players feature in for the rest of the year.
No, it's only that 2 week window that these cow-people suddenly feel proud of this country and declare how much they love and support these people.
The tabloids are playing these people like a goddamn Stradivarius.
"The new Beckham!"
Hardly. These Rugby players earn a fraction of premiership footballers, nowhere near as much as these effete ball kickers.
They get hardly a mention before they won the world cup and people had no idea of the guy who is suddenly feted as a king.
You either display the English flag 12 months of the year and support sport EVEN WHEN WE SUCK, or you shut the hell up and go back to whatever it is that you do.
Nobody outside of genuine fans cared about Rugby before they won the world cup.
Now all of a sudden these mindless tools are clogging streets and singing "Sweet Chariot".
Oh oh, but only the 1ST STANZA. These nobjockeys are too stupid to realise and sing that refrain over and over and over.
Morons.
It's the conveniently-timed patriotism that raises my bile.
World Cup events and Last Night of The Proms are the only occasions where suddenly these morons are "PRAAAAAAD TO BE ENGLISH GUVNAH!!!!".
Yet only last week they were screaming for the monarchy to be disbanded because The Sun says so.
"So what's wrong with supporting your team then?" will be the complaint.
Nothing, but a sizeable chunk of people screaming at Heathrow admitted to the news cameras that they hadn't really followed Rugby before.
And, unless they win every year from now on, these faddy flag waving monkeys will go right back to smearing their faces in paint and chanting "TIGER TIM!!!" when that lacklustre vampire bombs out of yet another tournament, and it's that annual "Well, perhaps next year" after-match report.
I don't mean people like you, I mean those other people.
You know the ones:
The ones that have England flags in their window every 4 years when it's the world cup, and then take them down when it's all over.
The ones that have cut out "n" keep soldier's heads in their front window to "support our boys".
But especially, and oh how do I wish for firebombs, the ones that have never previously taken the slightest goddamn bit of interest in Rugby and couldn't tell you a single player.
But all of a sudden they've dusted out their Engerlund flags and have them in their windows.
They pile into their car and head down to the airport to shout and scream and sing at the "homecoming heroes".
They demand ticker-tape parades and streets-named-in-honour for "our boys!!!".
When, 2 weeks ago, they weren't even aware that the Rugby world cup was on and couldn't tell you any of the players involved or where it was being held.
Don't think I'm knocking the world-cup winning team. They should feel damn proud and celebratory, they should revel in their achievements and hold their heads high.
No, I'm curling a lip in disgust at the rent-a-patriots that suddenly have the heart of a lion and eyes fill of mist for this green and sceptered isle whenever a sporting event comes along that we win at.
It happens every year with tennis and Henman/Rusedksi.
St George face-painted goobers screaming "GWON TIM!!!!!!" until he crashes out again, then everyone turns to the Canadian one that plays for us.
Yet, strangely, once Wimbledon passes, there is zero coverage or mention at all in the press of the other tournaments and placings these players feature in for the rest of the year.
No, it's only that 2 week window that these cow-people suddenly feel proud of this country and declare how much they love and support these people.
The tabloids are playing these people like a goddamn Stradivarius.
"The new Beckham!"
Hardly. These Rugby players earn a fraction of premiership footballers, nowhere near as much as these effete ball kickers.
They get hardly a mention before they won the world cup and people had no idea of the guy who is suddenly feted as a king.
You either display the English flag 12 months of the year and support sport EVEN WHEN WE SUCK, or you shut the hell up and go back to whatever it is that you do.
Nobody outside of genuine fans cared about Rugby before they won the world cup.
Now all of a sudden these mindless tools are clogging streets and singing "Sweet Chariot".
Oh oh, but only the 1ST STANZA. These nobjockeys are too stupid to realise and sing that refrain over and over and over.
Morons.
It's the conveniently-timed patriotism that raises my bile.
World Cup events and Last Night of The Proms are the only occasions where suddenly these morons are "PRAAAAAAD TO BE ENGLISH GUVNAH!!!!".
Yet only last week they were screaming for the monarchy to be disbanded because The Sun says so.
"So what's wrong with supporting your team then?" will be the complaint.
Nothing, but a sizeable chunk of people screaming at Heathrow admitted to the news cameras that they hadn't really followed Rugby before.
And, unless they win every year from now on, these faddy flag waving monkeys will go right back to smearing their faces in paint and chanting "TIGER TIM!!!" when that lacklustre vampire bombs out of yet another tournament, and it's that annual "Well, perhaps next year" after-match report.
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