Showing posts with label rugby world cup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rugby world cup. Show all posts

Saturday, 3 October 2015

England vs The World (Cup)

So there have been a million column words written about how poor the England performance against both Wales and Australia were.  A few dodgy decision by the referee in the Wales match lost us the game, along with our inability to keep out of our own half.

A weak first half gave Australia the win (has anyone ever come back from a twenty point deficit in a world cup game?), despite a thousand line breaks and half chances.  We weren't clinical enough, we have no finishers.  We have no threats, no pace setting players.  England is a team of average players, working above their collective abilities.

Stuart Lancaster will probably get fired, but I would like to see a new backs coach, and another forwards coach to supplement Rowntree.  I doubt they have the money to hire two dedicated forwards coaches, so he'll probably get axed as well, which is a shame, because he's done well, bringing us from where were were, to where we are.

Anyway, I wasn't surprised to see the ribbing on facebook and the internet by the Australians, we do the same thing once every six decades when we beat them at a sport, but the vitriol from entirely unrelated nations is eye opening.  Everyone knows kiwis have no sense of humour, but the dog dirt they come out with on the internet - what's the antonym of classy?  Because that is them.

The islanders I can understand; they are the whipping boys of the IRB and their relative paucity of resources makes us a target for contempt (fair enough, I can't argue with that), so they're obviously laughing at our expense.

One or two Australians have gone overboard, relating the victory to death, cancer related death and  pope death (I don't understand either), but most have been cool about it.

The surprise winner in the humanity on the internet awards, the one nation you would never expect?  South Africa.  A lot of well thought out, insightful discourse about why we failed, and not a single comment relating our loss to school shootings or gods retribution.  Stay classy guys!


Friday, 18 September 2015

Fiji vs England

So the first game is a few hours away.  I can't stay up for it and it'll definitely be spoiled for me tomorrow, but I've already made my predictions on facebook and I stick by them.

I realise I haven't taken many pictures lately, but I've not been out much.  Also, I inherited a really important picture that I've spent more hours than I care to admit trying to digitally spruce up a bit.  That's a fun but sometimes frustrating little project.


Also, there was 4,613 yen in the pot.

Also , also, phone keypads still suuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Rugby Bonanza

So at the weekend, there was more rugby around than you could possibly shake a stick at.

Not only that, but I played in only my second game on Japanese soil.  I played for Tokyo Gaijin Rugby Club.  Gaijin means foreigner in Japanese, so it's an exiles team, basically.

Match report first:

Coming off the back of a reasonable performance last time (playing for Sano club a couple of months ago, I scored four tries but missed a tackle) I was expecting to improve in all areas of the game this time around.

I was to play only a half, as our team had a total of thirty players, and everyone wanted to get onto the pitch.

I started on the wing, and was destined to stay there for the half I played.  The opening exhanges were forwards based, and the ball never made it past the outside centre.  Around five minutes in, our team (Tokyo Gaijin) kicked on and started putting some passes out wide.  A series of fine passes was undermined when the final two in the movement ended up behind the player, with me taking the ball with no momentum on the wing.  Luckily that didn't matter, and I pushed through the first tackle, dummied the winger, and left the full back on his backside to score next to the posts.  That was the first of three - but I can only remember two.

I was only called upon defensively a few times, but I managed to bundle two into touch, and turn over two balls in that time.  One turnover was a direct steal from one of their backs, the other was their number eight running into me, thinking he could bowl me over.  Unluckily for him we probably weighed the same, and I held him up to force a turnover from the referee.

The second try I honestly don't remember.  It might not even exist.

The third came in the form of a breakaway on the right, going through one and past another.  This one was notable only for the pettiness of their inside centre, whom I took objection to.  I had scored the try, and three seconds later he slid into my head, knees first.  I was already getting back up after the try at this point, and the lateness, coupled with the illegality, suggests this guy is a terrible loser.  Luckily I was still holding the ball and got it up to my head before his knees reached me.

Needless to say, I was less than impressed.  No punches were thrown however, and it was at this point the team was completely changed.  Over the next two minutes there were half a dozen changes, and I was taken off the wing.  It's a shame, because I'm sure I would have prevented the try down my wing, scored by their inside centre of all people; with around ten minutes to go.  I would have stopped that guy with vengeance.  I was so angry at that point, I probably would have stopped him with enough force to ensure he was also prevented from working for the next week.

The second half descended into an under 10's game with around twenty to go, with no structure present on either team.  It was quite entertaining to watch for that fact alone, but it shows what I've said about Japanese sports in general: defence is a lower priority in all their sports.

For the effort I got a man of the match award, which was my own personal aim prior to the match.  I was a little worried as being on the wing affords so little time with the ball, or even tackling for that matter.  I had stayed with the captain the night before (in one of the most plush apartments I've ever seen) and didn't want all the travelling to be wasted.  It ended up okay in the end, but I still want more ball!

That's one and a half games of rugby in Japan, seven tries, and half a dozen turnovers.  Tries being indicative of attack, turnovers being indicative of defensive work (it's not enough to make all your tackles, that's a given; good play hinges on providing something for your team), and nothing being mentioned of the heat.  It gets hot here, really hot.  (No sunburn this time though, yay!)

Thanks to Alistair Nimmo (whose nickname should most certainly be nemo) for putting me up the night before, and thanks to the team for a hot, but fun game of rugby.

I'll put the Tokyo Gaijin match report up here when it's written, and you can contrast and compare proceedings.  Obviously this blog is written by me, so it's ego centric...

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So of the internationals played this weekend.  Three games stood out for me.  The England Argentina game was as to be expected.  England ground out a win despite shoddy refereeing, and despite Wilkinson not being able to kick a thing.  To be fair, this entire tournament has been problematic for kickers, with percentages well below normal.

Talking of shoddy refereeing; the game I played in Tokyo had additional rules.  Firstly, all tackling must be conducted under the armpits.  Say what?  No shoulder to shoulder contact allowed.  That referee is obviously an ex-footballer (to be fair he was about 35kg's).  The second rule: no hand-offs in the face.  Chest only.

This one actually forced me to change the way I played the match.  Normally you hit up a straight line and then step while forcing the opposing players' face away.  This time, I had to push them backwards with a hand to the chest and hope the outside man didn't turn inwards.

Japanese fake rules do not make for interesting rugby.

It's not a safety orientated rule either, because our scrum half showed how easily a hand can slip to the face during a hand off, as the man tackling him stood bolt upright.  He couldn't grip the shirt and his hand went up as a result.  This happened a few times during the match, but was only penalised once.

Anyway; if anyone thought England would easily beat Argentina then they were deluding themselves.  Argentina are one of the top ranked sides in international rugby, and have emerged out of seemingly nowhere in the past decade to become a force to be reckoned with.  When they join the tri-nations next year, they will only become stronger.  I can't help but feel it's a trick the six nations missed, as their inclusion in any tournament greatly adds to its commercial viability.

Delon Armitage had a good game, showing an interesting aspect to having two full-backs on the field, as he was adept under the high ball.  Foden made some ground with limited ball, but in a game dominated by shoddy refereeing and forward domination, the backs didn't have any momentum.

The Wales South Africa game showed the importance of refereeing once again, as James Hook kicked a penalty for it to be disallowed.  In a one point match, that kind of mistake is rather important to the outcome.

The game actually mirrored the warmup match between England and Wales in which England lost. In that match, England had all the possession and all the territory, but still lost.

In this match, Wales had all the territory and all the possession, but still lost.  The northern hemisphere have a criminal inability to convert possession into points.  There were a dozen missed half opportunities, not just the penalties.

It was also telling that Wales took ten or more phases to march SA back twenty metres, turned the ball over and found themselves forty metres back in three phases.  The Welsh defence is not able to hold up against southern hemisphere attack.  The forwards stopped their counterparts most of the time, but the SA backs ran rampant.

The only back on the Welsh side who made in-roads was Jamie Roberts, (I think that's his name) who took a huge number of balls up through the middle, and consistently made ground on each.  Williams forgot he was playing with fourteen other people on the pitch and kept getting pushed back.  Stay on your wing, mate.

On the first match performances alone, Wales are looking the sharpest of the Northern Hemisphere teams, which is disappointing because they won't make it out of the quarter finals.

The last match of interest was Romania Scotland.  This match is significant because it illustrates something rarely seen on a world stage in any context.  Scotland has gone from being a tier one rugby nation, to now being tier two.  Romania were all over Scotland for the vast majority of the match, but ran out of steam in the last ten minutes.  For Scotland to rely on superior fitness means they don't have the skill to get results.  They have slipped, and only time will tell if they can stand up with the best once more.

Contrary to what most people are saying, I don't think the Japan France game shows us any more than we already knew.  Japan upped their game (expected - it's a world cup) and France were asleep for most of the game (expected - it's France).

That's it for the bumper rugby edition.  Phew.

(Boy do I ache today, I didn't even do that much yesterday!)

Friday, 9 September 2011

Possible first match on Sunday. Preparations Afoot.

There's a fifty/fifty shot of a match down in Tokyo, this Sunday.  I've been hitting the gym hard in preparation, and I've been doing ridiculous amounts of running.  Mainly sprints one day, full on ball-to-the-wind running the next.  I had a rest day on Wednesday, and today ran up to the gym.  It's a 40 minute run, so it simulates a half quite nicely.  It also simulates the final moments of a match, because the last five minutes is up a beastly incline.  It's probably one hundred metres vertical, if not more, with a road that takes an agonising amount of time to navigate.

I rolled into the gym at around 8.45, drenched in sweat.  When I was in uni I used to workout with a guy that used to say, 'if everyone is looking at you, you're doing something right.'  I can't tell whether they were mortified or horrified at the big ugly foreigner messing up their sterile, exercise-free gym; but I was stared at for sure.

Tomorrow will be a rest and travel day, assuming I play.  If I don't then I'll watch all the rugby, then hit the gym.  Sunday will be a run, a run to the gym, or a sprints session.  It depends on how my legs are feeling.  Then Monday will be a rest, and possibly Tuesday, then back to the grind Wednesday at the latest.

If I help train the kids at the local secondary, Tuesday will be a grindstone day.  If not, a rest day.

I'm desperate to play, but the more I want to play, the more things transpire against me.  Fingers crossed for a repeat 4 try performance and man of the match award.  Two of those in Japan, and I think everyone will be confident in saying Japan really is a minnow rugby nation.

So my best friend in Japan is okay, and so is his wife.  They're pretty ill by all accounts, and they're on awesome sounding steroids.  He can't go to work, or play rugby.

I sent him this picture:


 and told him to make use of the steroids.  He replied with this:


A bit of work to go, but with a few weeks of steroids, he can do it!

I expect him to be fighting fit in no time!



Oh, and Sonny Bill Williams is the most overrated player since Gavin Henson.  He will not play a full eighty minutes against any of the big teams.