...In contrast, the Maroons sorely missed the direction of Lockyer and Meninga revealed the Test and Queensland captain was due to start running before the end of next week after undergoing surgery on the back of his kneecap 11 days ago.That's why, Smel. That's why.
He also nominated Price, the Warriors captain, as a possible selection for Origin II if he makes a successful return from the hamstring injury that has sidelined him since the opening premiership round.
However, Meninga left little doubt that Prince would again be overlooked. Asked if he expected Prince's name to again feature prominently in debate about the team, Meninga said: "Only if you keep bringing it up."
When it was suggested that Prince would have to figure in discussions among the Maroons selectors, he said: "Why?"
At least it'll give Gus Gould thirty good reasons to shut the fuck up for half an hour or so. And if anyone can explain how someone who played their junior football for Bowraville (which, last time I looked, was on the NSW mid-north coast) is legally entitled to turn out for Nutbag Rednecks Origin, feel free to enlighten.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world was watching this:
YOBBO ON EURO: DAYS 4 AND 5
Jukebox in Iberia
For it's the devious, dextrous dagoes who dominate at this early juncture. Day 4 saw Spain put in a game for the unbelievers with a thorough bending-over of the no-name Russians (to be fair, if anything they have a bit too much name - try some of these fuckers on for Scrabble clues) while Portugal took a slightly arsey win against the Czechs, in truth good value for the win but the margin was taking the piss somewhat. Meanwhile Zlatan the big Balkan bogan put the Swedes into an unassailable lead vs the Ancient Greek Empire of Anti-Football, backed up by possibly the most woefully unco display of goalscoring on behalf of fullback Petter Hansson (in the besst Scanndie traddition of havving supperfluous conssonantts in onne's namme) who bundled the winner in off his face, the post, the keeper, both knees and his night tools. Meanwhile in Basel, despite the Swiss cramming as many ex-pat Turks into their side as they could scrape together at late notice in order to confuse/gain sympathy from their opposition, and despite one of aforesaid Mehmets netting the opener for the Toblerone makers, Turkey ran them down 2-1. Scratch one co-host from the tournament - already - and it isn't even the shit one. Well it's the less shit one. They made it as far as we did at the last World Cup at least.
The really important stuff
Time for our award winning... awards... segment.
Well, at least this isn't awkward or anything.
The Stefan Kuntz Golden Boot (look for fuck's sake he does exist, he got the Krauts' equaliser in the semi against England at EURO 96 you know) for Best Named Player of EURO 2008
This came very close to being renamed the Quim Perpetual Trophy in honour of the splendidly nicknamed Portuguese reserve 'keeper. However Quim managed to fuck his wrist (and you thought that was also just a German thing) in training the day before Portugal's tournament opener and as such is sitting out the tournament in the 'Guesers' hotel bar. In the absence of Quim - sounds like life in an all-boys college run by Opus Dei - the current tournament favourite is now Ivanschitz (don't we all, Ivan?) of the co-hosts - the ones still with a mathematical shot at staying in the tournament (at least until the play the Poles tonight) - although he should get a competitor for the Kuntz when Zenit St Petersburg's Russian attacker Arshavin returns from suspension. Write yer own jokes for those folks, I can't be arshed.
The Karel 'Pob The Lob' Poborsky Commemorative Novelty Cheque for Goal Of The Tournament Likely To Result In A Fucking Huge Contract At The End Of The Tournament
Step up, David Villa! Oh, you already have. Well, after Valencia's busted-arse-horrible season anything's a step up, and three decent goals against the Soviets (including one luverly interchange with Iniesta for his and Spain's second) have him as clubhouse leader against anything Cristi Ronaldo can do. Though Cristi will probably get the bigger cheque in the end.
And yeah, that one the Dutchies scored against my wogs was fairly handy too, but gets disqualified on the basis of it being a 'team' goal. And because it was scored by a bunch of drug-abusing porn-addled pancake-eating Dutchmen.
The Inveterate Recidivist Misogynist Chauvinist Pig-On-A-Spit for Highest Quality Crowd Poontang
Can't say I mind as much if the Dutch win this category...
Though the Germans will surely give it a decent shake...
And the best thing about the Swedes is that they always treat it as a team sport.
Though it's probably for the best that the English didn't qualify, really.
More of the same here (less the latter of course) for those of you who are into that sort of thing. Perverts.
The Doctor is OUT (as in sleeping 'OUT' on the couch tonight, most probably)
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