Best of RWC 2019
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I can remember ranting like a mofo on here when Scooter was selected at 6 and Cane was benched. And then covering up my disappointment (well trying to) at the result for a week by lauding over the place with "I fucking told you so". Funnily enough, now, with a choice between the Tongan named after a shit Manawatu town and Scooter I'm 100% behind the card magnet.
I too forgot about the cancelled match, but was amped to get revenge over the Irish in the 1/4 final.
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Here’s the semi final match thread:
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@Duluth said in Best of RWC 2019:
Here’s the semi final match thread:
https://www.forum.thesilverfern.com/topic/3531/rwc-england-v-new-zealand-sf1/1Where's the trigger warning!? sblock that shit
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@booboo said in Best of RWC 2019:
@Nepia said in Best of RWC 2019:
a shit Manawatu town
Where is Frizzell?
Twizel is somewhere down south?
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Sitting in a tiny bar in Japan somewhere, watching Japan vs Scotland... fucking magic. I've got a video somewhere of the last minute, and reaction of the bar.
Sitting in the stadium watching England vs New Zealand - not so much fun. I walked out of there numb (and quite smashed)... had some english people clap me on shoulder and try to console me. Fuck them. I wandered towards hotel/hostel... sat in a park somewhere drinking beers from a Lawsons. A gang of about half-a-dozen teens rocked up, sat at next table - made a bit of a mess, leaving fast-food rubbish all over the ground. They were about to leave, but I was spoiling to have injury added to insult - so yelled at them, pointed at their litter, scowled. They all politely picked up their shit and left. Fucking japanese... even the unruly youths are polite. -
Not sure where to put this so this will do ...
Listening to the Rugby Direct podcast while driving to site today and host Elliot Smith says he's born in 1988 ...
... then Liam Napier says he's born in 1990.
Both say their earliest rugby memories are of the '95 RWC.
I've always enjoyed listening to them, but somehow I now equate their opinions with those of teenagers...
... I've seen Memes about the 80s being like 20 years ago ...
I feel old ...
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@Duluth said in Best of RWC 2019:
Outside of the AB games and the final I struggled to remember much about this RWC for some reason. I was reading through booboos articles and getting surprised by results/scores
I daresay Covid coming right on the heels of the tournament makes 2019 quickly forgotten.
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Right. Here we go.
Flew into Tokyo night before the opener. Chopped two perfect beers in the Ginza, savaged some overly pampered beef, smashed too many too complicated cocktails.
Woke up. Shook the cobwebs out in the arcades of Shinjuku then hit the opener.
Just a great vibe around the stadium. Russians doing boat races in a cardboard rocket. Loads of local fans mingling with rugby lovers from all over. Special mention to the two awesome frog lads in Asterix & Obelix gear.
As luck would have it, as we’re walking up the stairs into the stadium along with the throng of excited rugby fans the great Noddy himself [that’s Helmet, you helmet. Noddy’s Linagh - ed] comes down the stairs escorted by a phalanx of officials.
As Mr. Horan slowly pushed against the tide of supporters, I yelled out:
Look everybody: it’s former player of the Tournament, Tim Horan!
Leaving Timothy a half-beat to graciously acknowledge the rumble of approval with a shy wave of his hand, I naturally followed this up with a shout of: MASTER OF THE MARGINALLY FORWARD PASS!
Queue uproarious laughter as the little magician shuffled off, hopefully suitably chastened for dumping us out of the 99 semis.
(So if you happen to see Monsieur Horan in France, you know what to do.)
Top night in Golden Gai, trading yarns with Wallaby hookers, belting out Karoake and trying to teach a marriage ruining troop of Dutch dancers the intricacies of taking a tighthead.
Back to Tokyo stadium for the good guys v the forces of evil. Great Haka, better chat with the kiwis behind us, could feel the game turn when we didn’t get any reward for the first twenty minutes of dominance. Tried and failed to meet up with @gt12
Locals were so moved by my anguish at the final whistle that they gave me a baby. Must’ve gone off, smelt terrible, so I gave it back.
Back to Golden Gai. Sadly no dancers. But here are the indomitable Gauls. So drink our pain away in a Shibuya dive until dawn. Needing a slash I wander up to the roof to watch the sunrise against the odds.
What’s this? Young Japanese kid right on the edge. Shame so thick you can see it. So I wander over and tell him it can’t be that bad - he could be Australian or worse, English. Whether he understood or whether he was appalled by a drunk saffir pissing on his town from a great height, he turned around in a hurry.
When I got back to the bar the cops were busy trying to drag Obelix away for helping himself to the top shelf.
Nothing for it but to get some shuteye before heading out to Yokohama to smash a few frothies with two Valley RFC legends before a truly dire game of rugby.
24 hours later was back home with the glory of the next six weeks ahead of us all.
