@taniwharugby said in Bokke vs Ireland:
From some fella on FB
Written by: Eathan-john Peters
âOk, letâs really talk about that Bok vs Ireland game. And let me warn you now â if youâre an Irish fan, take a sip of your drink, because this is going to hurt more than the Boksâ front row did.
First things first: Ireland didnât lose a rugby match.
They got reintroduced to reality.You could see the delusion evaporating from their eyes in real time. They came into that stadium hyped up off that little spell of success they had the last few years â beating a Bok team here, winning a series there, convincing themselves theyâre now some elite powerhouse. Cute.
But from the first scrum, the Springboks grabbed them by the shoulders and said:âFocus, my boy. Youâve forgotten who your landlord is.â
That wasnât a scrum.
It was a heritage lesson.Every reset felt like the Boks were stamping a passport:
Welcome back to the real world, population: you.Ireland looked like schoolkids trying to hold back a Hilux rolling down a hill. Their pack was moving backward so fast the stadium security shouldâve issued a speeding ticket.
And letâs not pretend they were âcompetitiveâ.
Ireland spent more time on their knees than upright.
It looked like an 80-minute yoga class they never signed up for.Boks werenât playing rugby â they were running a structural engineering test on the Irish spine column.
And the funniest part?
Ireland actually tried.
You could see the effort. The panic. The desperation.
But trying to outmuscle the Boks is like trying to fight a pit bull with a wet sock. Youâre not brave â youâre stupid.People love to talk about Irelandâs âstructures,â âsystems,â and âphase play.â Ja, that stuff works against teams who want to play chess.
The Boks donât play chess.
They flip the table and use it as a weapon.Ireland brought a laptop.
The Boks brought a sledgehammer.Now letâs talk discipline. Irelandâs discipline was so bad, half their team was sitting in the sin bin like they booked a group reservation. They were basically rotating through yellow cards like they were sharing a bathroom.
At one point Ireland had 12 men on the field.
Twelve.
Thatâs not a rugby team â thatâs a minibus taxi.Meanwhile the Boks were still smashing them like they owed child support.
And ja, ok, letâs address the Irish fans whoâll say:
âBut the score wasnât that big!âMy bru, listen carefullyâŚ
The score wasnât big because the Boks stopped caring about points.
They werenât there to win by 30.
They were there to send a message in bodily pain.The Boks wanted Ireland to feel every mistake they've made since 2017.
Every scrum penalty was like a love letter that said:
âRemember your place.âEvery maul was a reminder that
thereâs world rugby⌠and then thereâs South Africa.And at the bar, youâll always get that one Irish fan who chirps:
âWe beat you before!â
Ja, even a broken clock is right twice a day.
But when that clock tries to fight a jackhammer, you know how it ends.Ireland thought theyâd built a legacy.
The Boks reminded them theyâd built a sandcastle.With one wave â gone.
This match settled the debate permanently:
Ireland are good.
The Boks are inevitable.And if Irish fans still want to argue, thatâs fine.
Just remind them:The last time they saw a scrum like thatâŚ
they were probably watching a wildlife documentary about hippos fighting over territory.
We didnât score more points because we didnât want to is the biggest pile of shit