Above you can see two national treasures. The wonderful, awe inspiring monument to French construction, the utterly unmistakable Eiffel Tower. On the other side, you can see Mr Andrew Sheridan, breaker of French hearts and ribs. Our front row wonderboy literally folded the French tight head prop in two. I am sure sure I could hear the occasional 'sacre bleu' from the scrums on Saturday. It looked and sounded like the poor lad was being squeezed in a prop sized vice. It takes a big man for the big occasion, and our Andrew fits the bill in every sense of the word. In the heady days of super 14's, it is truly a pleasure to watch a proper game of rugby, with big forwards looking to beat each other half to death. Still, however bad the French lad feels, he can console himself in the fact that he did better than Matt Dunning. In the world Cup semi final against the Australians, Sheridan slapped him all the way back to his billabong.
The mighty Andrew Sheridan.......the meanest prop in the world!!!
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And now for a post about something pink...?? You have talked about willies(well, 'nads' and that was my fault), weed and rugby and I am feeling a bit like 'one of the lads'... Can you girly it up a bit? Just for me? xx
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