Sunday, May 27

Get 'em on fucking side

Today was a rugby marathon!

The magic weekend of rugby league showcases 7 matches over 2 days. We got to see 4 games (well 3.5, because we left early).

It was a trip down memory lane to be surrounded by odious Wigan fans and their high pitched, lyrically gifted chant of "Wigan, Wigan, Wigan".

When not chanting, they could be heard saying words like book and cook, but with the pursed lips "oo" pronunciation like the word goon.

There also appears to be an epidemic of shitty tattoos in the UK. It's not the tattoo I mind, just the lack of imagination.

One young lady correctly shouted to the referee on 5 separate occasions, to get the defending team 'on-side', when they were obviously less than 10 yards back.

It took a burly expletive filled shout from a fat northern man for the ref to finally penalize. Some things never change.

Here's my mum and dad before the first game kicked off. The loudspeaker system was turned up to 11, so that we could hear a Manc teenager do his karaoke version of an Arctic Monkeys song.


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