Well my friends, another couple of months has passed with no literary offerings from me. I have no excuse. I'm a lazy cunt. I apologise. BUT I have been keeping a close eye on all things rugby and what a couple of months it's been. The new season is nearly upon us of course but our antipodean cousins have kept us entertained in the meantime. Seeing the ozzies demolished by the ABs was a particular highlight and one I hope to see more of in the future.
But the whispering has already begun, have the men in black peaked to early? With nearly a year until the world cup they could well have. Their biggest weakness in my mind is...dare I say it...I'll hold my hands up to deflect the spleen that will be aimed my way once I have said it...DAN CARTER. He's still a match winner I grant you. But the man has looked decidedly shaky on a couple of occasions over the last few games and a bit of French pressure when he's got the expectation of the entire NZ nation on his shoulders could well be his undoing. We'll wait and see.
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