So, the world cup is in the northern hemisphere now. Saturday was such an emotional rollercoaster. I started watching the game supporting Australia, simply because they’re in our hemisphere and ‘downunder’ and ANZAC, etc etc. But after watching George Gregan for about ten minutes I quickly turned into an England supporter. (OK, it wasn’t quite a roller coaster). Maybe it’s the fact he just does not stop talking to the ref for the entire game, maybe it’s the fact I could lip read what he yelled at Kelleher in the semi, or maybe it’s simply because he looks like a chocolate covered scorched almond, whatever it is, I just can’t stand him. I can’t say I was happy to see the Poms kissing the cup (in fact it sickened me), but it was better than seeing any Aussie hold it. The Poms were deserved victors. Interesting statistic: The English ended the tournament scoring one less try than the Aussies. Nobody can say they played boring rugby. Let’s face it, the ABs wouldn’t have had a show of winning that game if they were there. Not enough experience, not enough big forwards and nobody who can kick drop goals. The English are definitely the best side in the world.