Far be it from me to wonder into the realms of new media nerdism, but I do know enough about Web 2.0 to know that ITV have cocked up big time with their online Rugby World Cup offering.
Southern hemisphere rugby fans must be puffed up with self-satisfaction after this weekend, and I don’t fancy giving them much more to crow about, so here is the edited version of the performances of their teams at the weekend.
Phil Vickery has been cited for his flying potato, Jean-Clude Van Damme-esque manouevre on the USA centre Paul Emerick, and it is safe to say he has about as much chance of escaping punishment as a man caught in bed with the wife of a particularly angry gorilla.
A plucky performance by the newcomers from the Iberian peninsular yesterday, including this lovely try. Good forwards control to begin and then a delightful offload by the out-half for the winger to score.
All the home nations big guns – and Scotland – have played at the weekend, and it is with great surprise that I write here that it is the Scots who are actually managing to look like a rugby team. Yes, they only played Portugal; yes, the win was expected; yes, their kit looks like something designed by a wino after a particularly heavy session on the 9% cider; but, they were the only home nation to not only get their much-expected win with some measure of control and assuredness.
We’ve not been around long here at bloodandmud.com, but we think that we are offering a decent read for the Rugby public out there. But don’t just take our word for it, have a listen to those clever chaps over at The Times Online, who had this to say about our lovely blog:
I’ve had my say, but what do you guys reckon is the worst thing about the comedy sideshow that is ITV’s coverage?
With the tournament less than 10 hours away from its glorious kick off, my excitement is being tempered slightly by one thing: ITV. ITV in Britain normally have about as much interest in Rugby as the wheezy lads at school who always had a not from their mum at PE time, but for some reason they cover every World Cup.
South Africa vs Samoa in 2003. Louis Koen manages to score a conversion whilst a completely bladdered Samoa fan legs it out of the crowd, tries to tackle him and knocks himself out in the process. Good work fella!
After a few years in which their pack offered about as much go-forward as a spotty nerd at a school disco and their backs as much penetration as a viagra-deprived octogenarian, the Aussies have finally managed to put some performances together this year; albeit sporadically.
After a sound beating by England at the Rugby World Cup, if you believe Sir Clive that is, the Springboks will be hanging around Europe for a bit playing some proper matches before taking on the might of the Barbarians. That’s right, the Baa-Baas, a team that nobody wants to watch anymore and no player wants to play for or against anymore.