Lost in translation

The interviews needed translation, so many Welshmen so many heroes but what was it they were saying ? Mrs Jones boy had performed marvels in the dark art of the scrummage, turning the tables on last weeks performance of the scrum against the Aussies. It was a strange game in that a lead was quickly built due to getting the fundamentals right and playing the game in their opponents, half waiting for the whistle to blow and 3 points on the board for the asking. The possession in the early part of the game was all Lions, nearly 30 passing moves in one consecutive session but little ground gained. The Australian back line looked to me the more dangerous with their darting, probing runs and with a try on half time they drew up to within a score.
The game was shown on Sky and so I had to drag myself to the nearest pub to watch it. How we suffer to become as spectator. The pub had to get a special licence to open earlier, 11am to show the game and a cooked breakfast was also on sale as we settled down to watch the contest. Pubs have a special place in the lifeblood of this country. They have changed over the years I was away, the prices have selected a different type of clientèle and many pubs have closed because of affordability. The supermarkets offer huge discounts on booze and many of the younger end buy their drink from the supermarket and pre-load before they go out. Its always a sad aspect  attached to a British night out, they seem to think that half drunk is a waste of time and are a scourge in the town centres and worse when on holiday on the Continent.
The game resumed with the points gap drastically reduced, who would take up the cudgel. The Aussies were first to score and the gap was further reduced, would this be a turnover after the elation of the first part of the first half would those pesky Aussies do it again. Suddenly gaps opened up and the Lions threaded through to score, the game was won and we cheered as we ordered another pint !!