Exiles Turn up For-King Carlos Show!
Franklins Gardens on an October, Saturday afternoon, brings the memories flooding back to me. A year ago we set sail to the North to enjoy the Tofty show on a splendid sunny winters day, with a 12:30 kick off, followed by the Irish scuppering the Springboks plans of a Northern hemi-sphere grand slam. Jesus, what a fecking day that was.A year on, and have the two sides moved on? The jury may well be out on the Saints, but have delivered a big fat yes in respect of the Irish. They now need to take their play into a game and bleedin’ win.
The honeymoon period and what they are achieving in terms of tries and the way they are playing is approaching its end, meaning the hard business of actual marriage is upon Brian. Wins are the ‘Thank You Card’ that must be sent to the green masses.
So, FG! What better place to get back to winning ways, as we always seem to get a result there, and we still have Poultney’s ball! It must also be mentioned at this point that Saints always seem to win at ours, cheating feckers.
Well, lets not be too hasty here now lads.
The Saints now possess a certain Carlos Spencer, a silly name I know, but what a fecking player. The longer this man plays games with the rest of the saintly ones, the more the rest will start to understand what this guy is doing. His rugby brain, hands and feet (and probably knees and toes, knees and toes) have been proving too much for de thick team mates around. If they study hard and gain their diplomas in Carlos-ologue, my we will see the backs moving!
With punchy Robinson loading the bullets and Reihana cutting fine lines towards this tattooed fecker, they will always be in with a shout of scoring tries, especially on first phase. Add to that, the chunks of meat in the shape of Cohen, who will hit form soon and Scotland’s own, Lamont, they will be very dangerous.
On the plus side, our own Flutes has been watching his mentor from the bench for a number of games, so may have a means to stop the playmaker!
It is in the forwards that Irish should have the edge. The Saints pack have been struggling a tad against the bigger feckers of most of the teams they have played to date. Thompson has found himself in the back row for a couple of games and Tom Smith has not been reaching the heights of his international days. Our lineout is key, as it was last year, so me must destroy dem beggars, release the very mobile back row, and above all, give Wally a real tanning and we should deliver.
It will be with happy voice I will make my way to Northampton, via Daventry. A skip will be in place for the first AG in a swingers bar. A face cloth will be attached to enter the den that is the smoky Bus Club, before taking my place in the FG terraces. As long as Delon rids his game of swallow dives, and Flutes clicks with Catt, our fat boys should deliver the points.
The Odd-Shapers demand a win, and thou shall deliver. Many happy returns to Mr Brian Smith on getting married to Mrs Orish, now let’s win this fecker.
-- Master Scribe