Well those last few posts seemed to make no sense but they backed-up the immense hangover I had throughout Saturday and some of Sunday. I literally have no memory of how I got home, the beer scooter strikes again!
We play Wales next Saturday, 20:00, at Twickenham and I'll be in a pub somewhere getting drunkenly stressed... again.
What is with England and sport that seems to send our collective national stress levels into the stratosphere? I'll bet all those Kiwis weren't bothered by their team's performance against the Pumas because they know that their team will pull out the stops when it matters.
Our lot will just keep running on the ragged edge, hoping for a bit of luck and a crap performance from the other side.
