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Archive | April, 2012

Matfield to return for Boks?

27 Apr

Matfield perfects his "Ice Blue" look for the new GQ Fall season.

Ahhh f$%k no.   Tell me it isn’t true.  The rumour mill is swarming this week with tales of Victor Matfield turning down his job as resident sex icon on the Supersport commentary team (a title long held by Hugh Bladen) to join Heyneke Meyer’s June Bok squad.

I like Heyneke, I want to like Heyneke more.   I love a man that crushed an Aussie side at Loftus and left them in tatters for about four seasons afterwards.  That’s a man I want coaching the Boks.  But not like this.   Not at this price.

We’ve done four years of this “loyalty to the old gaurd” horsesh%t with PdV.  Let’s not replace the Bismarck-Smit saga with a Bekker-Matfield saga and a Hougaard-Du Preez one.

A wise rugby scholar once told me, if you ever see a Bok coach pick Zane Kirchner for a test match, you know the Boks will be screwed for the next two seasons.  This has a ring of familiarity.

Please Heyneke… I know you’re one of our most loyal readers… Let’s not have the usual geriatric squad come June.

Here’s hoping the return of Matfield is limited to a role as a line out consultant and hair stylist for a squad of young deserving players.

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Peter de Villiers ‘Will work for food!’

26 Apr

I’ll be the first to admit that Big Daddy Rugby is occasionally guilty of  using a pinch of artistic licence  to help spice-up the odd post or two. Why wouldn’t we…the rugby world needs a bit of help in loosening its jockstrap every so often.

There are exceptions of course! Anything involving Gavin Henson, Peter de Villiers and the entire England rugby squad for instance. When it comes to these particular cats, the sh*t just writes itself.

Take for example our friend and former Springbok coach Peter de Villiers. He’s obviously been smoking a bit more crack than usual, apparent by his recent comments to the press. With even less capacity to ‘forgive and forget’ than Tony Soprano, he’s still ranting on about Bryce Lawrence’s performance in the match that dare not speak its name.

The ex-Springbok coach 'hard at work' in better times.

He’s clearly been putting his time out-of-work to good use by crunching the figures in a special Excel spreadsheet, having recently claimed:

“Bryce Lawrence makes, on average, six mistakes a game, which is a good average for a referee. In that game he made 48 mistakes, six of which were match-costing.”

I’d just love to see a Gantt chart representation of that, wouldn’t you?! So there you have it ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as clear evidence of match-fixing as you would want. Don’t get me wrong here, I’m not trying to defend Lawrence! Oh no…that would be like trying to defend Hitler for espousing an over-enthusiastic birth control policy. But PdV trying to blame the Aussie ref for the demise of his subsequent coaching career and backing that up with a weird ‘Da Vinci code type theory’ is just plain foolish.

Soprano…I mean, de Villiers, went on to say:

“So, Bryce mumbled an apology to the world. This means nothing! Did he really apologise for exactly what he did? He needs to tell South Africa exactly what it is that he is apologising for. For match-fixing? For inefficiency? For what?? How am I supposed to forgive him if I don’t know exactly what for?”

Well said sir! If South Africa as a nation has learnt anything from the Truth & Reconciliation hearings, it was that you can’t forgive and ‘move on’ until you know what exactly it is you’re forgiving someone for. If I poked you in the eye for no apparent reason, you’re not going to be content with a ‘sorry mate’. Lawrence needs to be hauled in front of Archbishop Tutu so that he can confess his sins; so that Saffa rugby fans can forget the past; so that our buddy Peter can finally bury the hatchet. Deep in Bryce Lawrence’s back.

You gotta feel for PdV though. The poor guy’s obviously going through a bit of a low patch. I certainly struggled to keep a stiff upper lip when he opened-up all ‘Oprah-like’ by saying:

“I feel a bit useless at the moment. Sitting back home and nobody shows interest in trying to draw from experience that I do have.” 

Bless his little rugby socks. To be honest though Pete (and we know he appreciates honesty), I wouldn’t hold my breath for the phone to ring off the hook with top-notch coaching offers. Having said that, I do hear they’re looking to hire a Chico the Clown mascot down at the local Spur steak ranch. So it’s not looking all bad!

If only he'd just read the coaching manual it could've all been so different.

Arizona Tuamalolo: Separated at Birth?

24 Apr

In honour of props with unpronounceable names who top try scoring logs and bond villains from a bygone era:

Arizona Tuamalolo and Odd Job…

Is Victor Matfield Supersport’s worst commentator?

19 Apr

Supersport’s worst commentator?   Sheez… that’s like trying to call out who exactly is the most despicable human being in a line up of serial killers.  Nothing good can come from it.

What is it with South Africans and their ridiculous obsession with concluding that because someone was a good player they automatically must be a good commentator or even worse a good coach (think of Stransky landing the lifetime tenure gig on Supersport due to one drop goal, or Carel du Plessis being given the Bok coaching)?  Come on, guys, really?  We’re not in Standard 5 any more.  You don’t give the captaincy to the guy who can kick the ball the furthest and you certainly don’t give a commentary gig to someone who can barely string a sentence together just because he was a great lineout jumper.

I know…. I know… Matfield is supposedly untouchable.  He was a god of the lineouts, a warrior poet and capable of mesmerising an Aussie line out jumper simply by winking at him.   But this is too much, he is awful.  I can literally feel the rand dollar exchange rate sliding whenever Matfield opens his mouth.  He might have all the looks you’d want out of someone as your token Nordic god – but put him in a Supersport jacket, hand him a microphone and all of sudden he is transformed into a troll who has drunk too much Windhoek.

Let me guess Victor, the Bulls lost because they "didn't want it enough"?

Ok, and for those who think I am someone back tracking about Carel du Plessis, I know I’ve gone on record before as having thought Carel was an underrated Bok coach.   That’s besides the point.  You don’t make someone a national coach if they haven’t coached at provincial or Super Rugby level, no matter how sexy their sidestep was back in the 80s.

5 reasons why you should never celebrate St Patrick’s Day in an Irish theme pub

18 Apr

Last month I had the pleasure of visiting Salzburg in Austria. As a historical centre of culture and tradition, as well as the birthplace of one of the world’s most loved composers, I thought it would be only fitting to visit the town’s one and only Irish pub.

Ireland also happened to be playing the English in a crucial 6 Nations encounter on St. Paddy’s Day – so it was likely that this would be the only place to catch the game, and quite possibly a STD going by the looks of the clientele upon arrival.

To cut a long story short, the game was a disappointment and the pub turned out to be the fifth circle of hell (that’s the one with all the drunks and other self-harmers), and so that  BDR readers can learn from my mistakes, here’s 5 reasons why you should avoid one at all costs:

1. No one is actually Irish

The first thing you tend to notice about most Irish theme pubs is that no one is actually Irish. See that big guy in the corner with the ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish t-shirt’…he’s NOT Irish. How about the one with the fake orange beard and the amusing leprechaun costume? Surely he’s… NO, he’s NOT Irish either! Just because you’re wearing a Pogues t-shirt, you’ve seen The Commitments five times, and your name happens to be Pat – does NOT make you Irish. But it does make you a TWAT if that’s any consolation.

Bring it ladeees...

 

2. Everyone will be younger than you

I am getting older….fact. There is nothing I can do about this irrefutable truth (for now…) and I realise that the odds of encountering someone younger and fleeter of foot than myself are greatly increasing. Despite this, I can’t help but feel that St Paddy’s day is increasingly being hijacked by gangs of youngsters who appear to resemble the entire cast from the Twilight films – just with slightly more green eyeshadow. Do they even care that St Patrick died for their sins, and rid the country of all its snakes in one fell swoop?! Shame on them I say!

"I'll paddywack your ass biatch!"

 

3. There will be lots, and I mean lots, of oversized Guinness hats

It’s just not St Paddy’s Day without those relentlessly funny oversized Guinness hats. Just when you think the world has finally succumbed to a depressing gloom of post-modern cynicism, some prankster dons the old oversized Guinness hat and makes it all okay. And it’s a good thing that most Irish pubs have a steady supply too! Even better… if your girlfriend shows the barman her knockers, he’ll give you extra to take home to all your ridiculously funny non-Irish friends. Score!

How can you not pull wearing one of these?

 

4. There will be singing…bad singing

Right, here’s the deal. I have nothing against singing…when it’s done well that is! For one thing The Sound Of Music was set in Salzburg, so you’d have to be a complete cynic, or Nazi, to not get into the spirit of song while in town. This however, does not give free license for a group of drunk and deliriously tone deaf punters to sing along to the chorus of  ’Sunday, Bloody Sunday’ as if they lived and fought through ‘the troubles’. Do the rest of us a favour and save it for the shower or the karaoke game on your X-box.

Another rousing rendition of 'Whiskey in Jar'

 

5. The bar staff will relentlessly ignore you

I don’t know what it is about St Paddy’s Day…but suddenly everyone’s a charmer and has the gift of the gab. The bad news for anyone wanting a pint of the black stuff is that Pat (the sleazy barman with the pony tail and the tasteful shamrock tat on his arse) will be too busy chatting-up the local totty and reminiscing about the ‘old country’ – or at least his interpretation of it from having watched The Wind that Shakes the Barley. True story.

A real Irishman would drink those before half-time.

Things you didn’t know about Wycliff Palu

14 Apr

Tough NSW backrower Wycliff Palu is more often known for putting in gritty performances at the base of the scrum for Super Rugby outfit the Waratahs, but not many rugby fans know that Palu once had a promising career in the music industry.

When he first debuted on the Super Rugby rugby field in the 2005 season his hard running impressed Wallaby selectors enough to give him his first test cap in the 2006 season. Not shy for a bit of a controversy, he has spent some time in the can after an assault charge and has been known to irritate his team mates with his highly offensive opinions about the critical quality of the HBO show, The Sopranos.

But back in the 1990s it looked like lil’ Wycliff (as he was known back then) was far away from the lure of a rugby field. Along with Lauren Hill and rapper Pras Michell, Palu made up part of the highly successful hip hop trio the Fugees. The bands explosive mix of personalities soon led to their breakup and lil’ Wycliff went on to launch an unsuccessful solo career. His first album, Songs for an S&M Evening, was a commercial and critical failure and he moved to Sydney to try to rebuild his career.

Wycliff Palu (pictured far right) feeling sinister in his younger more musical days.

His quest for “a new sound” led him to a Sydney night club where he met Waratahs coach Ewen Mackenzie. While Palu’s innovative drumming style that evening failed to land him a new recording contract with the suits from Sony, he was drafted in by Ewen to bring on the kicking tee for the Waratahs. A few open trial sessions later and Palu found himself trading in his gold pleather jacket for the faded blue NSW Waratahs jersey. 50 test caps says he made the right career switch.

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