Rugby is a tough, brutal, violent game that very occasionally degenerates into bursts of wonderful athleticism. It moves from ‘tractor’ to ‘Ferrari’ in an instant. The second Australia try last night was just such a moment. A sudden surge of speed, power, perception, ability and the combination of two players at the very apex of human sporting possibility. Unfortunately, as mentioned, they were (fuckin’) Aussies. But that try kind’a summed up the game. England were a good team. Australia were a great team. That’s it. And in rugby, unlike many sports, the best team will generally win, unless they happen to be Japan. But only because no-one’s told Japan that they’re not a great team.

So I’m still excited about all the rugby still to come. But just not quite as excited as I would have been. C’est la vie.

Meanwhile, over in football-land, there’s everything to play for (whatever the fuck that means). As if there are times when such a phrase has meaning; perhaps when Newcastle conceded the 6th goal against Man City yesterday. At which point there is very little to play for indeed. Even such concepts as ‘pride’ as ‘saving face’ are blown out the door by the feet of Sergio Aguero. Think how many he’d have scored if he’d been fit.

So as City bounce back from their Spurs (ok, and West Ham, if you must) induced malaise in rather spectacular fashion, its safe to say that Chelsea didn’t bounce anywhere from theirs. They lost again. At home, again. Conceded 3 goals. 8 points from 8 games. I could reel off statistics all day, and in fact I probably will, just for the sheer pleasure it gives me, but you might get bored. Suffice to say: Chelsea are in trouble. They could sack Morinho, who becomes more hateful with every loss, but as he says: he’s the best manager in the world, who would replace him? Vain, arrogant little shit.

Apparently it was the referee’s fault. The ref’s association are in a conspiracy against Chelsea. Its a fact. Apparently. They won’t award the blues a penalty, however spectacularly their players hurl themselves to the ground in the penalty area at every opportunity.

I hate a bad loser. And Morinho takes the concept of bad loser (as exemplified rather nicely by Arsene Wenger) and elevates it to new levels of tosserdom. The blame game. Refs. Physios. John Terry.

Chelsea are falling apart. There is a God.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx