This weekend is a bumper one for fans of egg-chasing on both sides of the Atlantic.
For the Yanks among us, Sunday night is the big day on the football calendar (of which more later in the weekend). But for we Europeans of the oval ball persuasion, the first weekend in February ushers in the beginning of the Six Nations rugby union championships, fought every year between England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, France and, since 2000, Italy. It hasn’t got the popularity of real football (and by “real football” I mean Gaelic football, of course), but it is a unique event on the sporting calendar here since the demise of soccer’s Home Nations Championship.
As 2011 is a World Cup year, the championship comes packaged with an extra bite this year. As with the round-ball game, the English have taken it upon themselves to set aside the pessimism of the past three years, disregard all form and logic to install themselves as favourites to win everything in sight. It’s a lovable trait that only the English seem to possess and,with the tournament due to kick off in just under half an hour with England facing arch-rivals Wales in Cardiff, it’ll be interesting to see just how long it lasts.
For the time-being, we’ll have to make do with a comparison of the two countries’ respective singing prowess. Rugby is the closest thing Wales has to a national sport, but singing is not very far behind, and Katherine Jenkins’ regular appearance at the Millennium Stadium before each home game is the one upside to the otherwise dreadful insistence of organisers to have a guest singer belt out the national songs over the PA rather than allow the crowd to make all the noise. Here she is performing ‘Cwm Rhondda Wales’ (also known as ‘Bread of Heaven’) on some TV show or other.
On the English side, we can bin the dreary ‘God Save the Queen’ for once and for all and move on to the far more interesting story of how the generally upper-class mass of English rugby fans managed to appropriate a slave-era negro spiritual and make it their own. UB40 even recorded a cover, as if the song’s journey wasn’t confused and hilarious enough as it was. The lullaby-like tune helped propel England to their World Cup-winning peak in 2003 and, just asfittingly, its mournful tones have provided the backdrop to the most boring team on the planet ever since. There’s no great video of England fans performing the song, so you’ll have to make do with a little snippet and a bit of Johnny Cash to make it up.
02.04.11
the only game worthy of a true gentleman's attention is tony hawk's pro skater 3.
02.04.11
truer words have never been spoken
go steelers
02.04.11
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02.04.11
come at me bro im an ex olympic figure skater
02.05.11
SWING LOW
SWEET CHARIOT
COMING FORTH TO CARRY ME HOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME
02.05.11
02.05.11
To tennis fans and the media, yes. To the rest of us, he's always just been a grumpy Scot! I can't work out who has less charisma though; him or Tim Henman.
02.06.11
Not saying you're wrong, there are far better players on the English team, but he's entertaining enough to watch.
My flatmate's Irish, and he was livid by the end of that match. I think he was verging on having a stroke. They'll struggle to make an impact in the tournament if they continue to play at that level. I think England still have more to give, if they can get the more athletic forwards back from injury and into the pack. France are the best team right now, though there's plenty of time for that to change, they seem to go from cracking to shite and back in a month.
02.06.11
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02.06.11
"I don't really think the forwards were the problem yesterday - Lawes is probably overrated anyway. The English backline is so mediocre. Tindall shouldn't be anywhere near an international team and Ashton is probably two stone too heavy."
I think it'll be a difficult game for any of the other teams if they don't cut out silly errors, England are just as guilty of that. They give away ridiculous penalties far too often. Tindall is one of the last old timers, and he ought to hit the retirement home, but you can't argue with Ashton's acceleration...2 trys speak for themselves, and there's no harm in extra weight if you can still move at pace.
Either way, my predictions for this tournament are now null and void. I should have known better than to write France off after their demolition by Australia in the autumn.
02.07.11
02.07.11
"what the fuck is this Euro bullshit"
And you wonder why so much of the civilised world dislikes Americans?
Silly, silly boy.
02.12.11