Ah, rugby...
Huge men, no padding, bum grabbing and short shorts. What man could resist? Certainly no Scotsmen. Or Englishmen. Or Welsh, Irish, Italian and French.
Why? It's Six Nations Rugby season!
Saturday marked the kick-off to the 2009 Six Nations Cup. It also marked the beginning of the season where you cannot possibly find a place to have a chill afternoon pint, because beginning early afternoon the pubs are packed solid with men. Not just any men, giant men. It seems most rugby followers are huge. And like the football followers, they have many songs. I don't quite know what they're about, but they're loud.
Sunday's match between Wales and Scotland took place in the west end of Edinburgh, at Murrayfield stadium. If Mike's theory that everyone in the pubs Friday and Saturday were actually Welsh, in town to attend the match, then the pubs may have been a bit quieter on Sunday when the game started. But we had no idea...we skipped town and went to Stirling!
After visiting the Wallace Monument, we stopped for a rest at the Wallace Pub on the way back to the city centre. A quiet local, there were quite a few tables free and right in front of the screen. So we did manage to actually watch one game, beside a loud fella who not only yelled but pointed at the screen.
Unfortunately, Scotland lost against the Welsh (who, Mike heard in the toilet 'are favoured to win'). My knowledge of rugby is still limited, despite having now watched a few matches (even attended one: Bath vs. Parma) I know only a few key rules:
-'Try' means score, so 'hey, nice try!' actually means 'hey, nice goal!'.
-The point is to get the ball from one end across the try line on the other, kind of like American football
-You can only pass backward
-It doesn't take just one man to tackle another and keep him down, it apparently takes the entire team
Go Scotland!
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