Swing Low, kick high...

Saturday, 13th October

France 9 - England 14

What this World Cup has done for the form book ain't pretty. Sage rugby men are reduced to pinning the tail on donkeys.
Another surreal match.
The softest of soft tries to begin, and Lewsey was so grateful he ruffled the hair of the distraught French tackler as if to say "I say, that was jolly decent of you..."
Then the French got going, rumbling menacingly in the forwards, the ball flickering across the back line. Obviously the conservative Laporte got a message on to the pitch, because the French started to kick the ball to death. Take that, Monsieur Gilbert Synergie.
They lost Pelous, which meant that Chabal, Captain Caveman himself, was denied the chance to be thrown on as a game breaker. Then - the master stroke from that smooth cranium of Laporte. Let's put Freddie Michalak on - BUT TELL HIM TO KEEP KICKING THE STUFFING OUT OF THE BALL...
So Robinson kept skipping back in to the French half, Jonny picked up some points, and Les Bleues somehow lost the game of their careers.
England, dear old one paced, one dimensional, stuff it up the jumper England had stormed their own personal Bastille.