This Sporting Life
No excuses for not posting in nearly two months, but fotoLibra and Frankfurt have been keeping me too busy. As has our trade association, BAPLA.
Jenson Button has won the F1 World Drivers’ Championship (hooray!), Welsh teams have made a very indifferent start to the season in the Magners’ League (but acquitted themselves well in the Heineken Cup), the English cricket team has just flown out to South Africa and won’t be back till the end of January (too long away from home) and Wales faces New Zealand next Saturday evening.
Ulp.
I am one of the few people on this planet who was alive the last time Wales beat the All Blacks. We beat them fair and square in 1977, but they cheated and won an unfair penalty in the last minute which meant the match was awarded to them. I don’t like sides that cheat. New Zealand always fields a fantastic, world-class side and have no earthly reason to cheat — but somehow they can’t help themselves. They just do. I don’t care for that.
Leicester Tigers have a similar weakness, and it was no surprise to me that the Harlequins “Bloodgate” scandal was orchestrated by Dean Richards, a toweringly great rugby player who used to play for … Leicester.
There’s talk that Wales have a good chance against the All Blacks on Saturday. Good, I’m pleased. I will be very, very pleased indeed if it turns out to be true and we beat them legally for the first time since 1953. Very, VERY pleased.
But I’m not holding my breath.