Well, well, well. What happened to the sure-thing win? What happened to the Proteas against the All Blacks? Oh yes, they choked.
I didn’t go to the game on Saturday because quite frankly, the ticket price to see that second-rate game in Soweto was just not worth it. If the Wallabies had played, I’d had paid double just to get a glimpse of mighty Australia.
The Springrolls started well, but true to form, they lost the plot and succumbed to a much better team who actually do know how to play for 80 minutes. Should have been 132 – 16.
With Australia ravaged by team injuries, and again travelling half way around the world to Argentina, the Wallabies pulled of a convincing 25-19 defeat over the Pumas. You really do have to respect this Wallaby team to show such tenacity and character to play for 80 minutes and once again cruise into 2nd place in the IRB world rankings.
In other news, The Ray was slated last week by a few Saffas who thought it amusing to ridicule me and my attempt at obtaining a little SA nookie. Not that the local lass’s are worthy of my charms, but I thought I’d have another crack at it anyway after the game on Saturday night. So I’ll quickly share with you what happened.
I took some of the advice - most of it was personal and rubbish - but there were a few suggestions about how to pick up local talent which did prove to be somewhat true.
The mood around town on Saturday night seemed fairly upbeat, despite the self-implosion of the Springrolls. To be honest, it’s almost as if no-one cared, as if no-one watched. No surprises there.
So anyway, I stopped at two different pubs, prowling for talent. The second spot in Melrose was just what I was looking for. Young ‘betties’, drinking way too much, a prowler’s dream – easy meat.
This time, I threw caution to the wind and just got right in there, giving the two girls a really big dose of Raymond Huxley. The two never knew what hit them and I copped an invite back to their place for a nightcap.
So let’s just say, The Ray got to sample the local goods with a nice big slice. Two, actually. The charming Aussie in me, got in them...
Take that Saffas! - don’t hate the player, hate the game.
Hunky Huxley did the funky monkey and got his own back. And based on the ladies’ reactions, they’d never had a lover like me before.
Who da man?
Be careful ladies, Huxley’s back and on the attack. You can’t tie this Wallaby down!
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