Wow. 61-8. Eight tries to one. The Reds just got spanked. It doesn’t matter how you try to spin that one in the post match interview but for the defending champions to get theirs a$$es handed to them to like that has got to permanently scar a team. Sure they had injuries, sure they were thousands of miles away from the nearest XXXX or Bundies, but if you are the defending champions you simply just can’t let a team put 60 plus on you.
Ouch. Reds coach, Knuckles, (who for the record is one of the nicest blokes you’ll meet on the Twittersphere) must be wondering how to pick up the pieces up this weekend. At the half time mark a 16-3 lead looked comfortable enough and you’d expect Ludeke to be giving the Bulls the standard “let’s rest on our laurels boys” talk in the changing room. But Steyn came out on fire with another 100%’er with the kicking boots and the back line seemed to grow in confidence with every passing minute. That’s what you have to love about this Bulls side. They bullies and they are excellent bullies. They sensed weakness and then didn’t just finish them. They smashed them, humiliated them and dragged the Reds’ carcass all over Loftus for the second half.
Hell apparently with ten minutes to go, the Bulls front row demanded that their Reds counterparts immediately hand over the phone numbers of the Reds’ girlfriends. Pierre Spies was heard to be dialling the phone numbers of each of the Reds forwards’ girlfriends during those last ten minutes, and after pointing out their score to the Brisbane lasses, recommending that they “hook up” on the Bulls overseas tour.
According to my sources things got really awkward after the final whistle, is all I am saying…