Wonderful thing, this technology, allows me to eavesdrop on coaches in their dressing rooms. And given events of the past 24 hours, there’s been a lot of cheering and cussing.
This is what was said around New Zealand yesterday:
England’s Martin Johnson: “Jesus Christ, you bumbling idiots age me prematurely. Was getting ready to pack my bags when finally you played some rugby. Well done, lads, I thought we were done for. That said, thank the Lord we don’t have NZ, the Aussies or Saffas in our half of the draw because we would have been on a plane very soon.”
Scotland’s Andy Robinson: “Ah for ***** sake, how many times must I tell ye lads this game is 80 minutes long. You run and tackle and kick yourselves hoarse for 75 minutes, then get caught cold by what England are terrible at… running the ball to score tries. I figured out limp show against Argentina would come to haunt us. Let’s go home, we all need a strong wee drink.”
New Zealand’s Graham Henry: “Ah ****, ****, ****. Anyone but Dan Carter. Ah ****, ****, ****. Without him we’re just pants. Phone the PM and see if we can make Felipe Contepomi a Kiwi by Friday.”
France’s Marc Lievremont: “You are le merde, le stupid, le losers, le pathetic. My contract runs out on Oct 24 but I’m of good mind to fly home now. Then again, may as well stick around for this last week, we’re out of here after the quarter-finals. You stinking bunch of escargots.”
Tonga's Quddus Fielea: "Life is sweet, bro, pass me a beer. Sheesssss, what might have happened if we'd not folded to Canada. No worries, bro, next time."
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