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Haha. About thirty years ago a colleague of mine had a visit from his cousin from Australia who asked him where a bloke could go around here to find, as he apparently put it, a "nice fresh furburger".
Today's Lions may be professional and play better, faster rugby, but they are not a patch on the legends of tours gone by
Andy Bull
Friday 14 June 2013
The Guardian
http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2013/jun/14/history-lions-tours
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Willie John McBride stood in his underpants and surveyed the scene in front of him. The wreckage of his hotel lobby lay all around, with, as Willie John recalled it, pieces of tables, bits of chair and other furniture strewn about and, in the thick of it, "a dozen drunken Lions, all out of their tree". He clenched his pipe between his teeth till its tip bobbed up towards his nose, then turned towards the hotel manager, who was, at that precise moment in the early hours of the morning, dripping wet and hopping up and down on one foot. "What," Willie John said to the manager, "seems to be the problem?"
The Lions might have got away with it if it hadn't been for Bobby Windsor. It would have had to have been Bobby. The Welsh hooker was one of those players who just could not help but take things a little too far. It was Bobby who took the blame when Tommy David's bed was shoved out of a window on to the hotel awning down below. He had the misfortune to be standing in the shot when a local photographer took a snap of the scene.
"I was known as 'the fireman'," Bobby said, "because I was the one who put the fires out." Literally. That night, after the Lions' 28-9 victory over South Africa in the second Test of 1974, "someone", Bobby remembered, "had set light to a load of empty cardboard beer boxes. So I got the fire extinguisher off the wall, but I couldn't get it to work. So I grabbed a hose pump and used that instead." Flushed with pride at having fulfilled his civic duty, Windsor was somewhat surprised to find himself being berated by the hotel manager across the pile of soggy, steaming cardboard. "He was being a right prat," Bobby said. "So I gave him a right good drenching as well."
Roger Uttley, the English forward, was sober enough to know that he had better run and get the captain, Willie John. "Roger was banging on my door at 3am, shouting that there was a bit of trouble and I was needed downstairs." McBride strolled out, in his pants, pausing only to pick up his pipe because "I never go anywhere without it, especially in times of crisis".
"In the midst of all this carnage there was an extremely irate hotel manager, shouting and screaming." For some reason, when Willie John, naked but for his pants and pipe, asked him what the matter was, the manager snapped and said he was going to call the police.
"Now,"
Willie John thought to himself, "I'd seen the riot police in operation in South Africa and didn't like the images my mind was conjuring up. I could see hordes of them rushing through the door and I didn't think they'd be asking for autographs from these drunken idiots."
Willie John paused and saw the next morning's headlines in his mind. "Drunken Lions darken rugby's name". He considered the situation. Sucked on his pipe. "Excuse me, but if you are going to get the police," he said to the manager with a smile, "do you think there will be many of them?"
That was that. The Lions left the next morning, but not before they had completed one last little ritual, every bit as entrenched in Lions tradition as the selection of an uncapped player: the tour manager handed over a cheque to compensate the hotel owner for all the damage done.
Both those rituals are long gone now. This is the fifth Lions tour of the professional era, and the last uncapped player to be picked for the squad was Will Greenwood in 1997. Back then, as Keith Wood has said, "the game had just turned professional, but there was still a lot of the amateur ethos". It was just wild enough to make the current trip to Australia seem pretty tame. The prop Adam Jones has described his average day in the camp before this tour as "Wake up. Cryotherapy. Breakfast. Train. Cryotherapy. Lunch. Train. Cryotherapy. Dinner. Sleep."
The dullest boys on tour, Jones says, are the teetotallers, who include the captain, Sam Warburton. Brian O'Driscoll says the only chance the drinkers do have to "unwind and have a few beers together" is on the evening after an afternoon kick-off. After the 22-12 win against Queensland Reds, he said, "the non-playing 23 went home early. By the time the others got in, it was midnight. Some of the boys were already in bed. It is not as conducive to hanging out after games."
Quite right too. Modern media coverage does not allow players to get away with much, and professionalism means that even if they could, many of them wouldn't want to. Under Gatland and Warburton, the Welsh turned all-but teetotal at the 2011 World Cup, allowing those who "feel they need it" a "bottle or two" of beer after a match to relax. You couldn't wring too many war stories out of all that on the after-dinner speaking circuit. But everyone remembers England's dwarf-tossing, ferry-diving escapades. Most people won't need reminding, either, which team was two points away from making the final and which was dumped out in disgrace in the quarters.
The Lions, though, have seen it all before. When they toured New Zealand in 1908 the English forward Percy Down took a dive off the side of a ferry in the very same spot as Manu Tuilagi did, in Auckland harbour 103 years later. Down did a somersault over the railing. The main difference was that six of his team-mates followed him overboard, one of them giving himself such a bad case of concussion as he hit the water that he missed the next match.
By then the Lions already had a reputation for making trouble. On their very first tour, in 1888, the local papers in Australia carried reports complaining about their "Rowdyism on the Railway" between Newcastle and Armidale, when "three galoots invaded a private first class carriage, guzzled tea without paying, smashed the cups and saucers, and left the solitary passenger to stand the racket".
So began 109 years of raising Cain. The 1968 Lions were accused of being the "worst-behaved team ever to tour South Africa" by the Johannesburg Sunday Times. The sage rugby writer JBG Thomas refuted this on the grounds that, unlike at least one lot of their predecessors, "they have never set fire to a railway carriage". That may have been true. But a couple of them did incinerate a pile of blazers belonging to their team-mates in a bonfire on the tarmac at Kimberley airport after what was described as an "airborne cheese and wine party".
"They have left a trail of havoc and stunned incredulity after three days in East London," thundered the Sunday Times. "Marked by severe drinking bouts, riotous behaviour at hotels and nightclubs. They left broken hotel doors, broken glasses by the dozen, unpaid liquor debts and girls in tears because of outright rudeness."
In New Zealand in 1977 the local girls were crying again, out of boredom rather than rudeness. That was the tour when the infamous "Wanda from Wanganui" told the press that she had slept with four of the tourists and found them to be "lousy lovers, boring, self-centred, ruthless, always on the make and anything but exciting bedmates. Give me the down to earth Kiwi male any day".
The squad were called a "pack of animals" on that trip, which was the tour which featured the Irish pair of Moss Keane, nicknamed "rent-a-storm", and Willie Duggan, perhaps the last of the real hell-raisers. Duggan had what he called "a pathological dislike of training", his one concession to fitness being a breakfast of half a dozen raw eggs on the morning of the match. Ollie Campbell remembers how he used to be able to tell which dressing room toilet Duggan was in before a match by the clouds of smoke billowing over the cubicle door. "I always had the philosophy," Duggan said, "that if you took 30 players out for a night and made sure they were well pissed before they went to bed at 3am, then got them up at 8am, trained the bejaysus out of them, then you would know who was up to lasting 80 minutes in an international."
Duggan's great mate Keane would have passed easily enough. Keane cultivated a fear of flying just so, his team-mates reckoned, it was taken for granted that he had to have five or six pints before he got on a plane or he wouldn't be able to travel. In 1977 he was in such a state when he got a last-minute call-up that he had a crash on the way to the airport, then left a message for his mother saying "the car is at the airport, it's written off, see you in four months".
The king of them all, though, was Blair "Paddy" Mayne, a man who has every claim to being the hardest-drinking, free-est-swinging firebrand in the long history of the Lions. Mayne was an Irish lock, and one-time university heavyweight boxing champion. He toured in 1938, when his great running gag, the centre Harry McKibbin said, was to burst into his team-mates' rooms in the middle of the night, knocking the doors off the hinges, and then systematically smash up all furniture, Keith Moon-style. "Until," McKibbin said, "all the chairs and tables and things were just so much bits of kindling around us in the room while we were still in bed."
The management despaired of Mayne, who used to run around with the Welsh hooker (what is it about Welsh hookers?) Bunner Travers. The two of them dressed up as sailors and snuck off to the Durban docks just so they could pick fights with the local longshoremen. When they got to Ellis Park, they found that the stands were being erected by a team of convicts from the local prison who were sleeping in a compound underneath the scaffolding.
Blair and Bunner befriended one of them, and asked him what he had done to merit a prison sentence. "Stealing chickens," he said. "And I've been given a seven-year stretch." Full of sympathy for their new companion, who they nicknamed "Rooster", Blair and Bunner returned that night with a pair of bolt cutters and some spare clothes. They sprung Rooster, and set him free. When he was caught the next day, it turned out the jacket he was wearing still had Mayne's name stitched inside the collar.
In desperation, the management decided to make Mayne share a room with the fly-half George Cromey, who also happened to be a Presbyterian minister. Even Cromey couldn't stop Mayne sneaking off from an official dinner to go on a late-night hunting trip with a group of men he'd met who were carrying rifles and lamplights. Cromey waited up for his room-mate till 3am, and then, just as he was nodding off, Mayne broke down the door and announced "I've just shot a springbok".
Cromey said his blood ran cold. And then he turned on the light, and saw Mayne, still wearing his cummerbund, with a dead antelope draped over his shoulders. "Jimmy Unwin has been complaining that the meat here isn't as fresh as it is back home," Mayne announced. So he took himself off to his team-mate Unwin's room, broke down that door too, and tossed the beast into his bed. The trouble was that, in all the confusion, Unwin cut his leg on the antelope's horn. That wouldn't do. So Mayne decided to deposit it outside the room of the South Africa manager, with a note saying: "A gift of fresh meat from the British Isles touring team."
Well, that did it. Even though the captain, Sammy Walker, was a great friend of his, Mayne knew that the management were going to tan his hide for that. So he scarpered. The team didn't see him for three days, till he turned up, still in his suit, to meet them on board the ship they were sailing home on.
And if those stories sound a little far-fetched, as though, like all the best tales, they have gained a little in the telling, well, they've nothing on what he did next. Mayne became one of the founding members of the SAS in the second world war. He was recruited out of a prison cell, where he had been sent after striking a senior officer "because he bored me". His bravery won him the Distinguished Service Order with three bars, the Légion d'honneur, and the Croix de Guerre.
Rugby has gained a lot from professionalism but it has a lost a little something too. On the pitch the 2013 Lions may play better rugby than most of their predecessors managed – harder, faster, and tougher, but off it, they're not a patch on the ones who came before them.
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Andy Bull
Friday 14 June 2013
The Guardian
http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2013/jun/14/history-lions-tours
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Willie John McBride stood in his underpants and surveyed the scene in front of him. The wreckage of his hotel lobby lay all around, with, as Willie John recalled it, pieces of tables, bits of chair and other furniture strewn about and, in the thick of it, "a dozen drunken Lions, all out of their tree". He clenched his pipe between his teeth till its tip bobbed up towards his nose, then turned towards the hotel manager, who was, at that precise moment in the early hours of the morning, dripping wet and hopping up and down on one foot. "What," Willie John said to the manager, "seems to be the problem?"
The Lions might have got away with it if it hadn't been for Bobby Windsor. It would have had to have been Bobby. The Welsh hooker was one of those players who just could not help but take things a little too far. It was Bobby who took the blame when Tommy David's bed was shoved out of a window on to the hotel awning down below. He had the misfortune to be standing in the shot when a local photographer took a snap of the scene.
"I was known as 'the fireman'," Bobby said, "because I was the one who put the fires out." Literally. That night, after the Lions' 28-9 victory over South Africa in the second Test of 1974, "someone", Bobby remembered, "had set light to a load of empty cardboard beer boxes. So I got the fire extinguisher off the wall, but I couldn't get it to work. So I grabbed a hose pump and used that instead." Flushed with pride at having fulfilled his civic duty, Windsor was somewhat surprised to find himself being berated by the hotel manager across the pile of soggy, steaming cardboard. "He was being a right prat," Bobby said. "So I gave him a right good drenching as well."
Roger Uttley, the English forward, was sober enough to know that he had better run and get the captain, Willie John. "Roger was banging on my door at 3am, shouting that there was a bit of trouble and I was needed downstairs." McBride strolled out, in his pants, pausing only to pick up his pipe because "I never go anywhere without it, especially in times of crisis".
"In the midst of all this carnage there was an extremely irate hotel manager, shouting and screaming." For some reason, when Willie John, naked but for his pants and pipe, asked him what the matter was, the manager snapped and said he was going to call the police.
"Now,"
Willie John thought to himself, "I'd seen the riot police in operation in South Africa and didn't like the images my mind was conjuring up. I could see hordes of them rushing through the door and I didn't think they'd be asking for autographs from these drunken idiots."
Willie John paused and saw the next morning's headlines in his mind. "Drunken Lions darken rugby's name". He considered the situation. Sucked on his pipe. "Excuse me, but if you are going to get the police," he said to the manager with a smile, "do you think there will be many of them?"
That was that. The Lions left the next morning, but not before they had completed one last little ritual, every bit as entrenched in Lions tradition as the selection of an uncapped player: the tour manager handed over a cheque to compensate the hotel owner for all the damage done.
Both those rituals are long gone now. This is the fifth Lions tour of the professional era, and the last uncapped player to be picked for the squad was Will Greenwood in 1997. Back then, as Keith Wood has said, "the game had just turned professional, but there was still a lot of the amateur ethos". It was just wild enough to make the current trip to Australia seem pretty tame. The prop Adam Jones has described his average day in the camp before this tour as "Wake up. Cryotherapy. Breakfast. Train. Cryotherapy. Lunch. Train. Cryotherapy. Dinner. Sleep."
The dullest boys on tour, Jones says, are the teetotallers, who include the captain, Sam Warburton. Brian O'Driscoll says the only chance the drinkers do have to "unwind and have a few beers together" is on the evening after an afternoon kick-off. After the 22-12 win against Queensland Reds, he said, "the non-playing 23 went home early. By the time the others got in, it was midnight. Some of the boys were already in bed. It is not as conducive to hanging out after games."
Quite right too. Modern media coverage does not allow players to get away with much, and professionalism means that even if they could, many of them wouldn't want to. Under Gatland and Warburton, the Welsh turned all-but teetotal at the 2011 World Cup, allowing those who "feel they need it" a "bottle or two" of beer after a match to relax. You couldn't wring too many war stories out of all that on the after-dinner speaking circuit. But everyone remembers England's dwarf-tossing, ferry-diving escapades. Most people won't need reminding, either, which team was two points away from making the final and which was dumped out in disgrace in the quarters.
The Lions, though, have seen it all before. When they toured New Zealand in 1908 the English forward Percy Down took a dive off the side of a ferry in the very same spot as Manu Tuilagi did, in Auckland harbour 103 years later. Down did a somersault over the railing. The main difference was that six of his team-mates followed him overboard, one of them giving himself such a bad case of concussion as he hit the water that he missed the next match.
By then the Lions already had a reputation for making trouble. On their very first tour, in 1888, the local papers in Australia carried reports complaining about their "Rowdyism on the Railway" between Newcastle and Armidale, when "three galoots invaded a private first class carriage, guzzled tea without paying, smashed the cups and saucers, and left the solitary passenger to stand the racket".
So began 109 years of raising Cain. The 1968 Lions were accused of being the "worst-behaved team ever to tour South Africa" by the Johannesburg Sunday Times. The sage rugby writer JBG Thomas refuted this on the grounds that, unlike at least one lot of their predecessors, "they have never set fire to a railway carriage". That may have been true. But a couple of them did incinerate a pile of blazers belonging to their team-mates in a bonfire on the tarmac at Kimberley airport after what was described as an "airborne cheese and wine party".
"They have left a trail of havoc and stunned incredulity after three days in East London," thundered the Sunday Times. "Marked by severe drinking bouts, riotous behaviour at hotels and nightclubs. They left broken hotel doors, broken glasses by the dozen, unpaid liquor debts and girls in tears because of outright rudeness."
In New Zealand in 1977 the local girls were crying again, out of boredom rather than rudeness. That was the tour when the infamous "Wanda from Wanganui" told the press that she had slept with four of the tourists and found them to be "lousy lovers, boring, self-centred, ruthless, always on the make and anything but exciting bedmates. Give me the down to earth Kiwi male any day".
The squad were called a "pack of animals" on that trip, which was the tour which featured the Irish pair of Moss Keane, nicknamed "rent-a-storm", and Willie Duggan, perhaps the last of the real hell-raisers. Duggan had what he called "a pathological dislike of training", his one concession to fitness being a breakfast of half a dozen raw eggs on the morning of the match. Ollie Campbell remembers how he used to be able to tell which dressing room toilet Duggan was in before a match by the clouds of smoke billowing over the cubicle door. "I always had the philosophy," Duggan said, "that if you took 30 players out for a night and made sure they were well pissed before they went to bed at 3am, then got them up at 8am, trained the bejaysus out of them, then you would know who was up to lasting 80 minutes in an international."
Duggan's great mate Keane would have passed easily enough. Keane cultivated a fear of flying just so, his team-mates reckoned, it was taken for granted that he had to have five or six pints before he got on a plane or he wouldn't be able to travel. In 1977 he was in such a state when he got a last-minute call-up that he had a crash on the way to the airport, then left a message for his mother saying "the car is at the airport, it's written off, see you in four months".
The king of them all, though, was Blair "Paddy" Mayne, a man who has every claim to being the hardest-drinking, free-est-swinging firebrand in the long history of the Lions. Mayne was an Irish lock, and one-time university heavyweight boxing champion. He toured in 1938, when his great running gag, the centre Harry McKibbin said, was to burst into his team-mates' rooms in the middle of the night, knocking the doors off the hinges, and then systematically smash up all furniture, Keith Moon-style. "Until," McKibbin said, "all the chairs and tables and things were just so much bits of kindling around us in the room while we were still in bed."
The management despaired of Mayne, who used to run around with the Welsh hooker (what is it about Welsh hookers?) Bunner Travers. The two of them dressed up as sailors and snuck off to the Durban docks just so they could pick fights with the local longshoremen. When they got to Ellis Park, they found that the stands were being erected by a team of convicts from the local prison who were sleeping in a compound underneath the scaffolding.
Blair and Bunner befriended one of them, and asked him what he had done to merit a prison sentence. "Stealing chickens," he said. "And I've been given a seven-year stretch." Full of sympathy for their new companion, who they nicknamed "Rooster", Blair and Bunner returned that night with a pair of bolt cutters and some spare clothes. They sprung Rooster, and set him free. When he was caught the next day, it turned out the jacket he was wearing still had Mayne's name stitched inside the collar.
In desperation, the management decided to make Mayne share a room with the fly-half George Cromey, who also happened to be a Presbyterian minister. Even Cromey couldn't stop Mayne sneaking off from an official dinner to go on a late-night hunting trip with a group of men he'd met who were carrying rifles and lamplights. Cromey waited up for his room-mate till 3am, and then, just as he was nodding off, Mayne broke down the door and announced "I've just shot a springbok".
Cromey said his blood ran cold. And then he turned on the light, and saw Mayne, still wearing his cummerbund, with a dead antelope draped over his shoulders. "Jimmy Unwin has been complaining that the meat here isn't as fresh as it is back home," Mayne announced. So he took himself off to his team-mate Unwin's room, broke down that door too, and tossed the beast into his bed. The trouble was that, in all the confusion, Unwin cut his leg on the antelope's horn. That wouldn't do. So Mayne decided to deposit it outside the room of the South Africa manager, with a note saying: "A gift of fresh meat from the British Isles touring team."
Well, that did it. Even though the captain, Sammy Walker, was a great friend of his, Mayne knew that the management were going to tan his hide for that. So he scarpered. The team didn't see him for three days, till he turned up, still in his suit, to meet them on board the ship they were sailing home on.
And if those stories sound a little far-fetched, as though, like all the best tales, they have gained a little in the telling, well, they've nothing on what he did next. Mayne became one of the founding members of the SAS in the second world war. He was recruited out of a prison cell, where he had been sent after striking a senior officer "because he bored me". His bravery won him the Distinguished Service Order with three bars, the Légion d'honneur, and the Croix de Guerre.
Rugby has gained a lot from professionalism but it has a lost a little something too. On the pitch the 2013 Lions may play better rugby than most of their predecessors managed – harder, faster, and tougher, but off it, they're not a patch on the ones who came before them.
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Lions 2013: Australia have not lost while referee for the first Test, Chris Pollock, has been officiating
The referee for Saturday's first Test between Australia and the British and Irish Lions is Chris Pollock, a 40 year-old New Zealander, who is noted for introducing 'ref-cam' in to Super Rugby this season.
Man with the whistle: Chris Pollock, a Kiwi, will take charge of the first Test in Brisbane between the Lions and the Wallabies
Pollock, who refereed the second Test between Australia and Wales last year, had a camera strapped to his head for the second round game between Queensland and the New South Wales Waratahs.
International Rugby Board statistics show that games refereed by Pollock average only 17 penalties, a figure much lower than England's Wayne Barnes, who averages 26 per game.
Further analysis reveals that of Pollock's average of 17 penalties, 11 have been for breakdown infringements and only three per match against the attacking side, which should encourage both the Wallabies and the Lions to keep the ball in hand.
While Pollock awards an average of only 2.7 penalties per match for scrum offences, an area in which the Lions hope to dominate, his appointment has been welcomed by the tourists.
The referee for Saturday's first Test between Australia and the British and Irish Lions is Chris Pollock, a 40 year-old New Zealander, who is noted for introducing 'ref-cam' in to Super Rugby this season.
Man with the whistle: Chris Pollock, a Kiwi, will take charge of the first Test in Brisbane between the Lions and the Wallabies
Pollock, who refereed the second Test between Australia and Wales last year, had a camera strapped to his head for the second round game between Queensland and the New South Wales Waratahs.
International Rugby Board statistics show that games refereed by Pollock average only 17 penalties, a figure much lower than England's Wayne Barnes, who averages 26 per game.
Further analysis reveals that of Pollock's average of 17 penalties, 11 have been for breakdown infringements and only three per match against the attacking side, which should encourage both the Wallabies and the Lions to keep the ball in hand.
While Pollock awards an average of only 2.7 penalties per match for scrum offences, an area in which the Lions hope to dominate, his appointment has been welcomed by the tourists.
I developed one as soon as I saw who the ref will be. He's going to let the Wallabies collapse the scrum at will AND penalise the Lions for it. It'll be like the 2003 World Cup Final all over again, when that cheating f'ck Watson did his level best to give the game to the home team. Let's hope for the same outcome.
Feeling very nervous.
It's not helped by not knowing what to expect from the Aussies. They have some superb players, but could come in very undercooked. They've also got a number of players who will be playing in key positions yet who are untested at this level.
The back row worries me, it just doesn't look balanced to me. I understand the thoughts behind the inclusion of Croft and Jamie, yet can't help but feel it's going to leave Sam with a hell of a lot of extra work to do at the breakdown.
It's not helped by not knowing what to expect from the Aussies. They have some superb players, but could come in very undercooked. They've also got a number of players who will be playing in key positions yet who are untested at this level.
The back row worries me, it just doesn't look balanced to me. I understand the thoughts behind the inclusion of Croft and Jamie, yet can't help but feel it's going to leave Sam with a hell of a lot of extra work to do at the breakdown.
Averages per game:
Scrums 14
Lineouts 24
Rucks 180
I wouldn't get too concerned about scrums.
Re the breakdown - warburton is only going to be the first there off set pieces, the rest of the game is about the entire 8. Turnover ball is the key, Warburton hasn't been doing it lately, none of the other forwards are really renowned for it. Healy and Best do it regularly for us, so does O'Brien. We'll be relying on Davies and BOD for turnovers unless the back row are really on their game
Scrums 14
Lineouts 24
Rucks 180
I wouldn't get too concerned about scrums.
Re the breakdown - warburton is only going to be the first there off set pieces, the rest of the game is about the entire 8. Turnover ball is the key, Warburton hasn't been doing it lately, none of the other forwards are really renowned for it. Healy and Best do it regularly for us, so does O'Brien. We'll be relying on Davies and BOD for turnovers unless the back row are really on their game
With the single exception of Hooper, every one of the Wallabies' best players is behind the scrum. If we got a fair shake in the tight, those Australian backs would never get enough ball. Trouble is I don't think we will. The question for me is whether we'll be good enough to override that, as England were in 2003.
EDIT: posted at the same time as Ross' latest. Point taken to an extent but England for one have always relied on scrummage superiority when they've beaten the Wallabies. Agree about O'Brien - Woody mentioned that in his remarks after the England/Argies game.
EDIT: posted at the same time as Ross' latest. Point taken to an extent but England for one have always relied on scrummage superiority when they've beaten the Wallabies. Agree about O'Brien - Woody mentioned that in his remarks after the England/Argies game.
Dwarf tossing is way funnier than that, and look how that went down in today's media.
The lions can't let shit like this happen these days
Sam will be first on the scene for everything today, you forget this is captain fantastic we're talking about here.
Don't rate Horwill mate? I think he is superb.
He's a good player but I don't rank him as highly as you do, besides which this is his first Test in 12 months.
Indeed, though even if he's on his game O'Connell and AWJ should take care of business in the engine-room.
COME ON YOU LIOOOOOOOOOOONS!
COME ON YOU LIOOOOOOOOOOONS!
Did you hear the Argie one when England played there just recently? It took till the following Thursday.
Jonathan Davies on the move reminds me a bit of Scott Gibbs.
Jonathan Davies on the move reminds me a bit of Scott Gibbs.
Referee's made an early start on fouling up the scrum.
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