The title of this posting reflects my life-long animosity to Rugby Union. I've never numbered a rugby player among my friends and it seems that all you need for success in the game is to be built like Shrek.
It was a surprise therefore that I found myself enjoying the recent France vs. Argentina game.
Mostly it was the power of the Argentine defence - there was one particular passage of play where they held France inches from their line, repulsing wave after wave of increasing desperate French pressure.
And to say the French are big lads is understating the issue. Included in the side that couldn't breach the Argentine line was Sébastien Chabal who plays for my local team the Sale Sharks.
Imagine a cross between Eric Cantona, a Highland Bull and a freight train and you're most of the way there. Hats off to anyone who fancies making it their job to take the ball off him.
So, I'm willing to give televised Rugby a chance. Although I don't imagine I'll be a regular at Edgeley Park watching the Sharks. It is after all a poor substitute for real football.
3 comments:
You know what?
I have (in my time) been to only a couple of rugby matches. I can honestly say it's VERY different to going to a football match. The ones I went to were much more well humoured (amongst the crowd), more friendly, and more welcoming.
I thought the experience was actually quite good although I am not a rugby fan either - that's blasphemy coming from Huddersfield folk!!
FoX
You never know, I might try it once for the experience.
I'm kind of nervous about being one of those losers that start just after the sport has got a lot of TV exposure - like the people who hit their local tennis courts once-and-only-once the week after Wimbledon.
I know what you mean, but if you can find anyone who is remotely interested in the game to go along with, then you might find the experience a bit more savoury.
FoX
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