Pull your f*cking head of your arses chaps and chappettes.
You are talking here about the bloke who inspired the usually sublimely selfish and uninspirational Shaun Johnson to lead the Kiwi national team to an unprecedented three test wins in a row against the Aussies in 2015, the first time the long white clouders had achieved such a feat since Betty was crowned Queen of Pommyland way back in ’52, and he threw in the first Anzac Day test after seventeen years of mid-season floggings just for good measure, and because he bloody could.
Did anyone see Anthony Milford play last night?
Notice the number on his back?
It was a six, which means that he plays in the halves, and had thus spent the past week under the spell of Neville Nobody, aka Joe Wehbe, perhaps the most successful and softly-spoken high performance motivator in the code at this present moment in time, and if the truth be told maybe for the past few years and beyond.
The Golden Boy’s season has been sinking into a well-acknowledged slump, and given that Miracle Milford plays outside Baffled Ben it’s no bloody wonder isn’t it? But Nev Nobody’s clearly worked out the key to the kid – f*ck that useless c*nt Hunt, just take ten defenders on on your own son – and all of of a sudden the BrisVegas boys are back in the Premiership race, big time.
Gordy may not know what goes through the great man’s head, but we all know what goes through his. We flush it down the dunny every morning.
And unlike Tallis’s diatribes full of tripe, that’s no sh*t.