It’s the same wherever you go – that desperate search for a pub when the All Blacks are playing. Even if you are Archbishop Desmond Tutu:
[John Carlin’s new book, “Playing the Enemy”, reviewed in the New York Times]We meet the irrepressible Anglican archbishop and Nobel Prize winner Desmond Tutu, stranded in San Francisco and looking for a bar that might broadcast the rugby game … (the 1995 World Cup Final)
A bad weekend for all the teams I follow. The horror, the horror.
The Hammers have now lost seven on the spin, haven’t won in eight and haven’t scored in 10 and a half hours 11 hours (a club record); The Lions became the second Wellington team this year to lose a major rugby final; The Knights have also lost seven in a row but at least scored a couple of times in Adelaide; The Black Caps rolled over and had their tummy’s scratched by Sri Lanka in that unwatchable tournament in India and my Dad’s team (Torquay United) have also lost six in a row so there’s no respite at home.
Common sense says, like the crap weather, this has to change but I struggle to see when. West Ham could easily get turned over by Colchester in the Carling Cup on Thursday morning the way we are playing; the rugby season is over; the Black Caps have to beat Pakistan to progress in India and we never beat them when we have to; I can’t see the Knights winning again this decade and the future isn’t promising for The Gulls (sorry, Dad).
Oh, and Newtown Athletic had the weekend off (or a ‘bye’ if you prefer) due to the long weekend. At least that isn’t a defeat…
Apologies for the lack of entries this week. The real world has intervened – but in a good way for a change. This sunny afternoon, preparing to take in my first two Fringe shows of the season, iTunes threw Gary Numan’s live version of Bombers at me, followed by New Order – Shellshock.
What a great way to start the weekend!
I’ll try and squeeze the Hurricanes and Cats in between shows and if I can pull that off I’ll be a very happy man.
