blogging it real

They really do have no fucking clue, as Russell Brown points out this week.

I'm embarrassed for them that they constantly come up with lame attempted popularist bullshit and their leader has no fucking idea what the hell the reason for any of it is.

Speaking of RB, or at least the letters RB. Some local tagger decided he'd spray paint those letters on the local shop roll down doors, the street and a few fences.

Didn't last long. They had been painted out by the next evening. Like many of the poor young misguided fucks that are beating each other to death in South Auckland this kid and others like him need to be told that they do not 'own' or 'control' that street, or block of shops, or fence or whatever the fuck. Cos if they met the hundred people who lived in that street in a wide alley in broad daylight they would get their ass smoked back to beneath their bed.

On the topic of wanna be street thugs and gangs. Well punchups, senseless beatings and variations on these hobbies have been taking place since the beginning of time. Often people wear gang colours of matching jerseys with numbers on the back and meet at local parks in the weekends between sets of goal posts and beat the crap out of each other. In fact in all my years of post secondary school rugby not a single game passed by without a punch being thrown. And some of the all in brawls I've witnessed on footie fields have conjured up that sick in the stomach feeling. Umbrellas, kicks in the head, games called off, players suspended for several months, entire teams suspended. One of the clearest memories I have is of my father lining up a sideline conversion at the Auckland Domain when I was about 10 and a spectator from the other team came in and haymakered him from behind. One of our supporters then went up and punched this guy so hard in the face that his sunglasses exploded off his head. Then the brawl really started. Kinda cool. No newspapers, no TV crews, no police. Then of course there's the after school punchups at high school. I recall tennis rackets were a weapon of choice one afternoon. I think the police did come that day.

My father often regails about huge punchups at West Auckland sporting fields involving players, spectators and anybody else who happened to be nearby and this is in the 60s and 70s. That before they would go hooning round West Auckland boozing and beating the shit out of people at parties. I think one famous punchup at Avondale race-course in an earlier decade did make the herald such was the enormity of it. Damn Waitemata and Suburbs rivalry.

Let's face it. We are actually getting soft and we need to bring back the biff.

Let's look back findly on those gentlemanly days of 19....54.

NEW SOUTH WALES -V- GREAT BRITAIN
GAME ABANDONED DUE TO ONGOING VIOLENCE
July 1954
History was made in 1954 when the match between the Touring Great Britain team and New South Wales was abandoned after Referee Aub Oxford walked off the Sydney Cricket Ground, unable to restore any of resemblance of order.

Never before in the history of the game had a major match been called off.

The match was played between the 2nd and 3rd test with the series tied at one all.

The Blues fielded a full strength side, but were concerned when it was learnt some days prior to the contest that the British were treating the game with contempt.
Killer Ken Kearney on the end of some rough house
defense during the abandoned match of 1954

Their selectors had planned some ridiculous selections with props playing on the wing, a second rower at fullback. The selections were confirmed on the day of the match when hooker Tommy Harris played blindside prop, secondrower Gunney played fullback, and the two burly props Briggs and Wilkinson played on the wing.

Clive Churchill was credited as saying years later " Beyond any doubt the Englishmen did not take the field to play football." Leading League correspondent George Crawford wrote in a Sydney Newspaper, "Every player on the field at one time or another took part in vicious incidents. Boots, fists, stiff arm tackles, and strangleholds made the game an ugly farce"

NSW led 15-3 at the break. Very early in the 2nd half Referee Oxford sent off british five eight Ray Price for abusing the linesman. The next 10 minutes saw a punch in every tackle.

An all in erupted when English half Burnett threw a punch that missed Churchill and collected with the back of aussie winger Pidding's head. The was the trigger for all hell to break loose and all players became involved.

With just over 20 minutes left on the clock referee Oxford walked from the SCG, giving up on the brawling players behind him. Over 27,000 spectators were shell-shocked as they realised that the game had been adandoned. The result of the game was officially regarded as a 'no contest'.

The crowd gathered around the GB dressing rooms hurling abuse and several british players had to be restrained from going out to face the crowd.

In the aftermath of the match, the NSW delegates were inferring that Oxford had abandoned the game to early, the three players were cautioned and the fiery meeting came to an end when the Great Britain Captain for the match, Charlie Pawsey offered an apology on behalf of his team. The League then dropped the matter.

It was reported that players from both sides attended the South Sydney's Annual Ball the night of the game, there they all had a good laugh about the game and were very apologetic.

It was the last game the Referee Aub Oxford officiated in as he quit rugby league for good."

You see usually support runners come on their own and are a little wider of the man with the ball but these ones decided they would just be 'support' for their team mate who is about to have his head ripped off in the match above.