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Count of Devonshire
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I note that the lunatic de Villiers has invited the Springboks of 1997 to address his players in Durban. I have no idea what he means to achieve by this. A more obvious case of the blind leading the blind can scarcely be imagined.
But the principle of bringing in past legends of the game to address one’s chaps is a sound one provided that they are indeed legends and do indeed have something of import to contribute.
Watching the Lions in South Africa thus far, I am reasonably satisfied with the efforts of the Celt-dominated party. There have been fewer incidents of drunken tomfoolery than I had imagined and rather more professionalism than one would expect from such a feckless mob. However, I worry that, in the crucible of a Test match, they will lack that Anglo-Saxon spunk that is the hallmark of British military prowess through the ages. It is all very well these funny little Celtic chappies running around energetically against provincial opposition, but will they have the phlegm to withstand a Boer assault on their encampment? Can a squadron led by O’Connell hope to re-create the fortitude of Mafeking? I have my doubts.
I have therefore reached the same opinion as that reached by Lord Lansdowne in 1899 just before the Boer War broke out: the chaps in Africa require a few good men of impeccable breeding to put some stuffing into them.
And who might I be thinking of? Well, Sir Clive, naturally. Who else in British rugger has such a record of outstanding achievement and ballsy bravado? No one that I can think of. Sir Clive would go out there and whip our chaps into shape in no time. He would double the strength of our fortifications, triple our reserves of phlegm, and quadruple our tank of audacity.
But even the best General requires an able Sergeant Major drawn from the ranks of stout English yeomen. I know just the chap. His name is Martin Corry and a more sturdy and redoutable man has yet to be invented. He would stiffen the spine of the Celts like a healthy dose of viagra. Yes, he's getting on a bit, and his knees are dodgy, but the chap has proven phlegm and I am quite certain that he can rouse himself for one final tilt at the Boer.
We’ve given the Celts a good run. They’ve had a jolly old time playing soldiers. But the real work is about to begin and real work, as history proves, requires Englishmen of the right sort. So come in, Sir Clive and Cozza: your country needs you once again.[/b]
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