The Homo Six Nations

Ohhh no. It’s that arduous time of year again. You pop to the pub for a sharpener or to watch a bit of the Beautiful Game but alas, the match isn’t being shown. Instead, the tv shows twenty burly men stroking each other’s waists or grabbing their neighbour’s thighs. Either that or they’re standing around on yet another break, confused, as the referees attempt to ascertain the rules while the fans pretend this is anything but dull as ditchwater.

Yep, it’s the Hömo Six Nations.

 

Nominated by Captain Magnanimous

65 thoughts on “The Homo Six Nations

  1. Union bores the tits off me!

    Too many stoppages; too many infringements, too many fouls and vague rulings = one shitfest way to spend 80 minutes!

    Give me League every fucking time; Union is for stuck up posh cunts who don’t know shit about the game just so long as they’re there enjoying the shitfest of shitness.

  2. I cunted rugby a while back and I’m with you 100% on this one, Cap’n. Almost as incomprehensible a borefest as American fuckball.

    • I remember, Ron.”Real” men, ha ha.

      At least Yank football/hand-egg had cheerleaders and greasy food to ease the plight of endless stoppages. Plus you can sup booze throughout. How poor fans of the “real man’s sport” have to endure this morose game, bereft of fluidity and played by graceless, mutant ghouls is beyond me.

      • My daughter and son-in-law lived in Texas for a while and took me to a game for the experience. As a spectacle it was woeful, but the beer and hot dogs were great. As for the cheerleaders, all I can say is…..phwooarr!!

  3. At least rugby players are hard enough to get a broken nose or slammed to the ground without rolling around like they are at death’s door and after an Oscar, unlike those pussy-arse, overpaid, diva football cunts.

    I hate most sports and I am certainly no rugby fan, but I would say that the ‘homos’ are all in football. If they get a hair out of place they call a fucking medic.

    • I used to love sport as a teen, playing it. Once that time passed I lost all interest. Nowadays I don’t play, watch, listen or read about it at all.

    • There are certainly a few, what can I say, ‘homoerotic’ hands on goal celebrations, Nurse.

  4. I like rugby. Used to enjoy playing,and still go to the local games.

    I can understand why some “men” don’t like rugby. It’s because they are testosterone-light . Rugby intimidates them because it is played by,and supported by, real men. Nancy-boys aren’t welcomed in the world of rugby, They tend to stick to football.

    Rugby…a Gentleman’s game,supported by Gentleman and Ladies.
    Football…a Poofs and Plebs game,supported by chavs and benefit-fiddlers.

    How is your “footie” team doing this year, Capt.?

    🙂 .

    • Gareth Thomas

      However nothing against rugby , football could do well to follow the example of players showing respect to the ref.

      • They’re doing marvellously, thank you for asking. Top of the league but it’s a long race.

        How is your team of toned, commodious musclemen doing in this veritable competition?

        Is it over yet?

      • The Six Nations has just started Capt….plenty of good,heterosexual,sporting fun to be had yet. England won a tremendous game against the Irish on Saturday. France next, I think.

        If you promised not to wear your football shirt,your local rugby club may allow you to join the real men in the clubhouse to watch the game….who knows,you may be converted.

        🙂 .

      • I’m not corpulent enough, Dick. Nor does the concept of vigorous activity with musclely men entice me. I can’t play it, let alone “convert” to it. Give me another ten years of bad diet, much booze and I’ll be good enough to play for the National side but no thanks to the hilarious bath/bum games post-match.

        I tried to like it. God knows I tried but it’s so dull.
        Rucking mauls.
        Scrums.
        Mauling rucks.
        Line outs.
        Triangular dispensation.
        Rucking truck “n” load mauls.
        Fuck off.

    • Has a German passport, does he? I suggest he uses it before certain people in Sunderland discover where the cunt lives.

      • I wonder if they actually checked that we really was a Manager at Nissan,and not just some Cunt pretending?..it just doesn’t ring true to me.

        Evening, Moggie.

      • Evening DF, some decent material for cunting today and your link provided a reminder of one of the reasons we must leave.

      • Fuck me – that interview will have given O’Shithead enough Remoaner porn to keep him creaming his 4th Reich boxers right up to March 29!!!

        Agree Dick, the cunt seemed too good to be true… my crap detector meter was going off the scale!

        O’Brien had another dubious ‘expert’ on a couple of months ago telling us it would be virtually impossible to process EU imports /exports unless we stayed in the Customs Union.

    • Here we go again. The cunt O’Brien, disposed of at birth as his parents clearly realised they’d spawned a cunt of the highest order, reporting opinions as facts and making the rest of it up.

      “ I can’t go anywhere else. But Wesley can. So he is.

      “And in order to make us wake up at some point in the next two or three decades to how daft it is in the modern world to try to impose a 19th-century notion of nation states, he’s voted Leave and he’s cracking on to Germany. With a job.”

      Really you cunt. I can find no mention of a job in the article,
      just a passing reference to the fact the traitor had a German passport so can fuck off to Germany to live.

      As for JoB, all he needs to do is sell 49 Whitehall Park Rd London W4 3NB that he bought as a 35 year old in 2007 for £750k and now’s worth well over £1m and he’ll be just fine.

  5. Nope, definitively can’t support that as a nomination (even if it is just a predictable and unoriginal worm on a hook). Common and oft-repeated criticism of rugby (egg-chasers, closet poofters, posh boys and high jinks etc) normally heard from some fat cunt in a Northern City’s football shirt who hasn’t actually embraced any form of physical activity since junior school.

    Rail on about how complicated or boring rugby union is, then spend ninety minutes chanting 50-year old insults at a football match on a pub TV, or being shepherded into trains and buses because grown men act like childish cunts and seem quite happy to fuck normal peoples’ weekends over due to their love of the ‘Beautiful Game’. Fucking lepers.

    The truth is that both rugby union and rugby league (and the no-nonsense murderball games that the Irish lunatics love so much) are some of the last bastions of manliness and legal ‘contact sports’ that we have.

    As the country in general descends into a refuge for lefty, whinging, self-obsessed, narcissistic, androgenous, sorry-for-themselves, selfish bell-ends, we should relish any of the ‘old ways’ that promote physical toughness, teamwork and discipline. And, more precious still, you can actually wave the Flag of St George (or dress up like a daffodil or leprechaun) without being accused of waycism or far rightism.

    The fact that you are then entitled, nay expected, to drink your own bodyweight in Guinness, partake in childish games, sing 50 year old songs about imaginary animals and ladies’ underparts, is a double bonus.

    Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. Then fuck off.

    • All the time rugby tries to compare or compete with football, it will lose. It is a great game and the six nations are a sporting spectacle but football is the worlds game. When 209 countries go in for the rugby World Cup come back and have a chat. Cricket fans don’t bleat about football, they know their place and rugby should do likewise.

      However I will cunt the six nations fan. this for me is a time when twats who don’t follow a team week in week out start behaving as they do. They have this idea that watching one of the home nations on the tele five times a year gives them some sense of sporting identity and loyalty. They are somehow part of the rollercoaster of sporting drama. They are probably the same cunts who get the flags out once a year for the tennis cuntfest Wimbledon.

      • Very fair point about the occasional fans, although I would guard against ‘season ticket snobbery’ that might deter people from getting interested and involved in the game if the Six Nations is their first sight of it.

        Rugby doesn’t need to compare and compete with football and it really is apples and pears. For me, the qualities and values are far more important than the numbers involved, both on and off the field. Soccer may well be played in 209 countries and is undoubtedly a fantastic sport,but many of those who play at the very highest standards are petulant cheats, the governing body is riddled with corruption and hypocrisy and the general acceptance of loutish behaviour by fans is a disgrace. FIFA is an embarrassment; Mourinho and Ronaldo both given hefty fines and jail sentences already this year for tax fraud, and everybody is no doubt looking forward to the World Cup in Qatar.

        I used to be a steward at Twickenham and have often seen hundreds of fans, after a good few hours on the sauce, being diverted or steered down the local roads by a lone policeman or woman. No trouble, no fear, no disrespect. When a crowd of 60,000 football fans can be trusted to behave like that, I will listen to their views on rugby. Until then, cunts they shall remain.

      • Yep your spot on but when you compare just the game itself football will always triumph. It’s the simplicity of football and the difficulty of scoring that is at the crux of its brilliance. Also the fact that the worlds two greatest players over the last ten years are a juxtaposition of physical appearance demonstrate that you can be any size and claim to be the worlds best. Rugby has none of these attributes you need to be massive, scoring (especially 3 points for a pen is too easy) and the rules are so complex that they defy logic.

        Football administration is corrupt and a disease and the players are massively disrespectful but the game, the game itself is beautiful.

  6. I can’t stand rugby. There is no offside rule, the ref just calls offside every ten minutes or so, and the scrum is so faggy it makes me light headed.

  7. Ridiculous poof fest of men touching other men unnecessarily.
    The second gayest sport after professional wrestling.
    Isn’t that so, Mr Fiddler?

    • I expect that you’re more of a competitive ballroom-dancing type, eh,Mr. Cunt-Engine?…you’ll be the kind who deliberately forgot his games-kit because he enjoyed running laps around the field in his y-fronts while the nasty rough lads played rugby.

      You’re a disgrace.

      • Playing rugby sounds rather like a euphamism for bumming.
        I’ll bet when when Mince Pie Guy and Bent Dennis go round Tom Daley’s to babysit, they ‘play rugby’.
        Actually, he hasn’t been round much of late, has he?
        Maybe all the poofery banter got too much for him.

      • I’m always around Mr cunt engine, watching and reading mainly. Commenting when need be.
        Rugby is a sport which Dennis and I used to partake in back in the day. Hooker and tight head were our preferred positions. We do miss the smell of the rucks and scrums. Writing about it now brings back memories of the odours of all those sweaty gladiators. We still go to watch the local games and give the young men a cheer.
        Football is a game for overpriced primadonnas. What other sport can you cheat in and get away with it. It’s embarrassing, football is a game for cunts with no morals.

  8. Spying on the opposition is nothing new in football.
    I was asked to spy on Tottenham Hotspur at a pre-season, evening training session.
    I was a fair distance away but managed to see some of the Spurs first team having a kick-about with what appeared to be a small hedgehog.
    I was about to phone the RSPCA, but had a re-think when the hedgehog went 1-0 up….

  9. The rugby “World Cup” tournament is called The William Ellis cup. Who’s this prick? Well, he’s the little cunt who, unable to play football, picked up the ball and ran with it consequently inventing this tedious sausage-fest. Therefore the trophy is named after a dirty cheat. No wonder they’re good at it Down Under.

    • From what I understand the All Blacks are the Brazil of rugby, arrogant bastards who everyone, on rare occasions love to beat. The Aussies are so competitive and bad losers half the fun is hearing their own media tear them a new arsehole about losing to us Poms in any sport.

      • You’re so right LL. Seeing the Aussies getting cunted by their own meeja is even more fun than actually beating the cunts.

      • I’m actually fucking dreading it. You just know the cunts will just be so fucking up for it and will want it bad. The chip on the shoulder will be as big as Mt Everest,

      • Sandpaper costume? Is that where you wrap sandpaper around your knob and go to a fancy dress party as Dick Emery?

      • Smeggy, or the feller who went to a fancy dress party naked except for his grundies and the words “Premature Ejaculation” scrawled on his chest.
        The hostess asked, “What does it mean?”
        He replied, “I’ve come in my pants!”

  10. My rugby career started and finished at school when a few of us decided to take out a personal vendetta against the little runt of a sports teacher, who insisted on playing, with us making sure that he was unable to scream for help, while due punishment was meted out. We were not disciplined and having had all authority stripped away, never appeared at my establishment again. Men against boys? Nah! Cunts against cunts.

  11. They tried to introduce rugby at the school I attended.
    Big mistake, even the thoroughly sadistic games teacher was absolutely horrified at the wanton savagery that was perpetrated in the name of ‘ sport ‘.
    Extra teachers would run from classrooms with a view of the pitches, to help quell the violence.
    It would then start all over again in the changing rooms.
    It was like total war.
    I’m surprised that I ever managed to father children after the kicks my bollocks took.
    Eventually it was discontinued.
    Happy days.
    Good evening.

  12. It is a tad homo wankstation production isn’t it. Bending over lots, grappling, wearing gear that is two sizes too small.

    Maybe it was a mans sport back in the day, but all the juiced up dudes now make a mockery of that suggestion.

  13. Did you consent to being born? Why one man is suing his parents for giving birth to him.

    Raphael Samuel, a 27-year-old antinatalist from Mumbai, believes it was wrong for his mother and father to create him without his consent.

    Cunt.

      • I think we should set up a charity to airlift wire coathangers and Dr. Collis Browne’s Tincture to those parts of the world obviously in dire need.

    • That argument is similar to one we all probably tried on our parents as children.
      “I shouldn’t have clean my room
      / take out the rubbish, etc because I didn’t ask to be born!”
      Acceptable for a 12 year old, not so much for a 27 year old.
      Hopefully the pricks parents’ are aghast at the turd they’ve created and write him out of their will after his unsuccessful lawsuit.

      • Without his consent? The misdemeanour to which he holds his parents to account should be at least reasonably achievable.

        Precisely what would have been his expectation? His father placing his head close to his bollocks and requesting consent for the release of the contents?

        What a cunt of colossal proportions. I hope the fuckwit gets fucked for all legal costs for engaging in such tomfoolcuntery.

    • How does Mr Samuel know he didn’t give consent? I can’t remember much before the age of five, let alone before birth!

      Besides, it’s the big man in the sky’s job to allocate your parents, isn’t it?

  14. Being a Yorkshire lad i’m more of a league man but i’d say crown green bowls is more of a man’s sport these days than football.

  15. I played union at school (incompetently) and it was a pretty good game. A spectator sport? Tedious in the extreme watched from a windblown crag at Twickers in the early 60’s as the yooni cunts chucked toilet rolls at each other. Still pretty stultifying on the box in the pub, though supporting England while watching them play Scotland in a Scottish pub has an attractive air of danger.

    Even I can watch half an hour of league, though. It’s almost the only sport I’d consider watching, although I’d better come out and admit a fondness for showjumping.

  16. Used to enjoy Rugby as well as football, but somewhere it’s become tedious. Long breaks, a couple of passes and then hoofing it out of play for a line out.
    Repeat for 80 minutes. Pub is full of tedious wankers who may have played at school and none of them know the rules. All have a chip on their shoulder about football as well.

    Throw in the few actual ex players who have to indulge in homo tomfoolery that borders on poofery and i avoid the pub especially when the Six Nations is on.

  17. Rugby used to be for big , awkward lumps who were too spazzy to play football. Then professionalism came in and , as usual, the pursuit of money fucked everything up. Now they are all body building , sleek athletic cunts pumped up on steroids.
    Whatever happened to Bill Beaumont with his gut hanging over his shorts and little angry fat cunts like Brian Moore.
    Scattered to the winds my friends for a big fucking pay cheque.

    • I heard that Brian Moore was once punched in the mouth by an irate supporter when, after a drubbing, he went over to the Welsh section at Twickenham to gloat. It was the first time in recorded history of the fan hitting the shit.

      • What about the fracas between Cantona and that Palace lowlife?
        Oh no……wait a minute, that was the shit hitting the shit.

  18. Rugby is the only sport I am interested in. Especially Southern hemisphere.
    I played, a long time ago. Then I was a regular at Newport, Salford ( rugby league) and the Natal Sharks.
    Soccer is the poofs game. Overpaid, effete cunts. Falling over at every opportunity. ‘Oh, oh, I am in agony.’ A bunch of fucking ham actors.
    Cunts.

  19. I can watch internationals for either rugby or football but never the club level. I used to watch Premiership football but got sick of the money-worshipping.

    I once tried watching American football. Not a clue, but the cheerleaders took my mind off the game. They all look so licka… likeable.

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