The LunchBox #4
I understand there is a big rugby match on this evening, and that England and South Africa are to compete for the right to be called world champions.
This is quite a big thing for those chaps who like grappling with odd-shaped balls, and a large part of me would like to see an England victory, purely for the pleasure it would bring to my rugby-liking English friends. But it’s not that simple.
An even bigger part of me yearns for a South African victory, or more precisely, an English defeat, purely because of the hysterical, arrogant and jingoistic way large parts of the English meeja, often owned by non-Englishmen, greet any significant English sporting achievement.
The Scot in me cannae abide aw that pish. Undoubtedly, if England emerge victorious this evening, the English meeja will immediately deify the whole squad as living gods, restorers of England’s ancient right to superiority and victory, or some such offensive garbage.
And they will go on and on and on and on and on and on about it, and on and on and on.
South Africa stand between the non-English world tonight, and a fate not quite as bad as death, but nearly as disagreeable, namely the crowing of the English meeja. Come on you ‘boks, you are our only hope!
Posted by freeluncher @ Talking Liberties
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