It’s been a nagging voice at the back of my head “watch the rugby..ooooohohohohooho…..watch the rugby”. Nagging voice in my head or SteveO, I don’t know but either way I decided not to watch the football on Saturday night and watch the Rugby League final between St Helens and Leeds instead.
To start of with I really enjoyed it, plenty of “contact” and blood. Yer man splitting his head open and then wrapping a bandage around it and carrying on was right up there, even the wife was impressed with that. A very grumpy wife after having her Strictly Dancing rubbish relegated from the TV pecking order. To make things a bit more interesting, and seeing as how I hate Leeds in any sport I sided with St Helens. They were the strong favourites before the game so I hopeful of winning on the winning bandwagon.
Didn’t quite turn out like that did it? From my “I don’t know what the hell is going on” stand point it looked like the strong favourites who are “capable of breaking the line” in the blink of an eye were actually pretty bad, is crap too strong a word? Maybe it was down to the weather but by 60 minutes in the game seemed to have descended into a competition to see who could drop the ball the most. St Helens won this but unfortunately as a result lost the game by a mile. Maybe not in terms of the final score but in terms of play they were well beaten.
I think that if I watch enough rugby league I’ll probably get into it but as for all this majestic handling of amazingly gifted athletes that SteveO bangs on about, I didn’t see it! More a case of grown men struggling to catch and hold on to a ball. To be fair though next time I’ll try and watch a game where 3 feet of rain hasn’t fallen during the 80 minutes.