Spare me the “look how much we’ve improved” nonsense. A single Bok loss in November and the memory of Wellington will be a flash in the skottel.
Keep your “back on the right track at last”. The reaction from the All Blacks – should’ve won in Wellington… consider Pretoria a loss… the Springboks are so very “capable” and we’re jolly glad they rekindled the rivalry – is some of the most condescending BS I’ve ever heard in my life. But it’s probably more accurate.
Stick your “Bok job is toughest in the world” so far up your exhaust pipe that the car backfires. Not jeopardising a historic double against the All Blacks by sending on the 142nd best scrumhalf in the world is not quantum superposition. It’s not even Aristarchean heliocentricity!
Oh, and then there’s this peach: “The subs will have learned a valuable lesson from this.” Repeat after me you bright pink stick insect: the only thing anyone will have learned from the most monumental screw up in Springbok rugby since Peter de Villiers is that we’ve just painted a flashing target on the back of every single substitution between now and the World Cup quarter-final against the Welsh in Japan.
Someone on Twitter even dared to dish this brain vomit in defence of the coach: “Bring on the subs and risk the game or play it safe and get criticised for not blooding players.” Just LISTEN TO YOURSELF, you brick-thick fart trumpet! Had we won the game, “Rassie should have brought on the subs” is something that you would have forced your very worst enemy to say in the pub on a reckless dare.
What’s that? Faf had bruised his stubble? Well he’d have had eight weeks to put his tiny feet up in Mauritius, comforted by memories of glorious, back-to-back wins against the All Blacks. Instead he’ll be top of the call list for Dancing With The Stars.
It’s excruciating. Nowadays every time I close my eyes I see Embrose Papier attempt a dart around a ruck, isolate himself beneath the entire All Blacks pack. I see Vincent Koch giving away penalties.
Yup. Nope. It’s fine. I’m fine, pal. The honeymoon is over for me. Because unlike you, I refuse to allow my emotional contract with the national rugby side to be used as toilet paper. What Rassie Erasmus did was inexcusable. Life was better under Toetie. At least then we knew where we stood. At least then the only way was up. At least he didn’t give us hope!
Because that’s what we are these days: a nation full of hope. And pride… and there’s a glimmer of the mongrel that’s being revived in our players. At the best time possible.
So that when we play the All Blacks in the 2019 Word Cup, in both the pool stage and the final, we will not only know that it can be done, but we will know exactly how to do it.