What can I say. Not only was I created as a monster, I may have created one Ha ha.
Working out the identities of characters in our little mini forum is highly amusing.
One in particular sticks out like a sore thumb. He gives his identity away with his brilliant use of the English language.
Maximus Licinius Crassus brings Spartacus to heel. Eventually.
Why did he fail?
Was it because Spartacus didn't go back into the changing room to change his thong? Probably not.
Was it because he didn't fire his troops up enough, before the battle? Some folk like getting shouted at. It doesn't bother me. I used to struggle keeping a straight face when the battle cry screeched through the changing room.
The old look into my eyes, look into my eyes thing, is quite funny. Apparently people who stare into your eyes for long periods of time, whilst speaking, need to get checked out for autism. A classic sign.
Years ago we played Cumnock away in the league, (the second time, not the one when two Cumnock players ended up going away in an Ambulance) we knew it was going to be a very hard game.
Real rugby players get fired up the night before by watching a British Lions video, then perhaps a Rocky film followed by a bit shadow boxing up the stairs presenting yourself in front of the mirror. Checking for autistic traits. Then reminding yourself about your H2O intake.
None of that council pop, proper Evian, pure Alpine water sourced in Perthshire. Early night (sorry honey), get up early, plenty of time for another coat of polish on your boots. Thinking about how your going to play the game against Stewart Bennett. Interesting thought.
Being woken up on the bus (whilst everyone is watching a British Lions Video) by Ian Ross, he asked me what I did last night? I told him I played buckaroo and then watched Happy Gilmore again. He looked at me in a non autistic way and his facial expression said it all '' your match preparation is a bit different than most.'' Or most probably ''theres something not right about him''.
He is probably right. I didn't even get excited about the Ryder cup this year or any other year.
The bottom line for me was to give a 100 % on the pitch with no excuses, its all down to the individual on what excuses he wants to use at the end of the game. Sometimes you get beat, thats show business.
I feel a lot better now. Even though Jock shouted out on Saturday '' He has never been very good with his hands''.
Why didn't he shout that out 27 years ago it would have saved me looking like a bag of spanners.
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Crikey, by the times of those, that has to be a 15 to 1 double delete...what was so bad el pres?
One was..........fingers faster than brain! I think we have a secret saboteur however. It could be a plot to undermine the waterboy.
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