Ah. The perils of supporting England in the Rugby World Cup.
Actually, there really aren’t very many of them. It isn’t that important to me: after all, this is just rugby, it’s not football. But there’s always someone that suggests that because I’ve moved to SA, I must support the Boks. Yeah right, because when you guys go over to do your two years of bar work in Wimbledon, you all instantly revert to your colonial roots and cheer on “the Poms”, don’t you?
Of course not.
You might not like to know it,
You may not think it’s right.
But within your sea of green and gold,
There’s some proudly red and white.
Please don’t take it personally,
Or refuse to shake me by the hand.
Cos while I live in Cape Town,
I’m born and bred England.
And yes, I have a soft spot,
For Johnny Smit and chums.
But I’ll be wearing red and white,
When the final comes.
Just to reiterate my stance here, once and for all:
I will happily support the Boks (or any South African national team)
unless they are playing England.
I happen to think that that’s pretty fair, but if it still remains an issue for you, may Martin Johnson have mercy upon your soul.