I’ve witnessed some appalling rugby in my time, hell I’ve played in a few games myself. (Our recent 86-0 thrashing by Macc 4ths springs to mind and the 153-0 defeat to La Villa whilst on tour a few years ago still haunts me. Mind you we were playing the Spanish National team and they had a stand and a band and we’d been on the piss for 48 hours so I guess we had a excuse) But England in the last twenty minutes on Saturday take the prize. Perhaps they had heard the World Cup winning coach of South Africa express the view that the flood gates were about to open and thought they would make him eat his words. We were due to go out on Saturday night with my Welsh friend and his wife. They cried off earlier in the week. Thank God. It would have been awful having to sit there listening to the gloating, as the Welsh accent got thicker and thicker as the evening progressed, especially as I had a few below the belt comments to make about playing Ospreylia. Anyway for a totally objective view on the game and its wider political, social and revolutionary ramifications can I recommend the excellent No Good Boyo. We can’t do that poorly against the Italians can we?