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Who'd be a sports fan?
Today was the final day of the Six Nations Championship. It was all going to come down to which team won their final match by the most clear points. England had an advantage in points but a disadvantage in their opponents, France, who weren't going to roll over. Wales had to beat Italy by an absurb score to stand a chance and Ireland had to beat Scotland which no-one thought would be a problem.
Italy 20 Wales 61
I was making my US friends laugh because I was being inventive with the swear words. "Useless pasta munching cock wombles" got a good response. As a result of that game, England had to beat France by 16 clear points and Ireland had to beat Scotland by 20 clear points.
(At this point I dashed off to the football at Stevenage but kept track of the score via my phone.)
Scotland 10 Ireland 40
FFS. That put Ireland in first place in the Championship, which was something. (Not a fan of Wales :D) Now England had to beat France by 26 clear points. Gnng. Meanwhile Stevenage contrived to lose 1-0. I left early to scamper back in time for England's match. I got in just in time to see England score a try! Woo hoo!
And then France scored two tries in quick succession. There was epic cursing.
And that was the pattern for the match. England kept clawing themselves into touching distance of the title and then helpfully letting France score to keep our nerves jangling. I wouldn't have wanted to be an Irish fan watching that match, it was nerve wracking enough as it was.
Final score....(wait for it)
England 55 France 35. We lost out by six! frickin'! points! Fuck me sideways.
So I reacted like the mature adult I am and sulked and watched old episodes of NCIS while eating chocolate :P
Italy 20 Wales 61
I was making my US friends laugh because I was being inventive with the swear words. "Useless pasta munching cock wombles" got a good response. As a result of that game, England had to beat France by 16 clear points and Ireland had to beat Scotland by 20 clear points.
(At this point I dashed off to the football at Stevenage but kept track of the score via my phone.)
Scotland 10 Ireland 40
FFS. That put Ireland in first place in the Championship, which was something. (Not a fan of Wales :D) Now England had to beat France by 26 clear points. Gnng. Meanwhile Stevenage contrived to lose 1-0. I left early to scamper back in time for England's match. I got in just in time to see England score a try! Woo hoo!
And then France scored two tries in quick succession. There was epic cursing.
And that was the pattern for the match. England kept clawing themselves into touching distance of the title and then helpfully letting France score to keep our nerves jangling. I wouldn't have wanted to be an Irish fan watching that match, it was nerve wracking enough as it was.
Final score....(wait for it)
England 55 France 35. We lost out by six! frickin'! points! Fuck me sideways.
So I reacted like the mature adult I am and sulked and watched old episodes of NCIS while eating chocolate :P