Rugby Showdown

What you playing there lad?

  • Rugby UNION

    Votes: 28 52.8%
  • Rugby League

    Votes: 19 35.8%
  • Cheese on toast lad

    Votes: 6 11.3%

  • Total voters
    53
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Union gets my vote.
Rugby League is too much like American Football for my liking.
At least with League, they get up and crack on with the next 'play'. In AF, they all return to the bench, spend 15 mins discussing what they'll do, then run around for 10 secs, fall on the floor, and repeat ad nauseum.

Union v League is a bit like Snooker vs Pool. League is more instantly entertaining and faster and easier to understand. Union is a more strategic game (take the scrum, they actually mean something in RU), but from the stands, its not a great game to watch (ok on TV though).

Personally I think each game is different enough to not require too much comparison. Like choosing between Tennis or Badminton, it is perfectly possible to like both.
 
Betraying your wool routes here

I'm from Chorley mate, they tried to get a league side going years ago but no-one was remotely arsed. It's the Wigan / Leigh / Warrington weirdos that are into League. Most Lancy lads and lasses couldn't give a flying wotsit about it.

I'd pay to watch a decent game of Union but would rather keep my money in my pocket than watch an equivalent level of League.
 

League? Union? Is like all the League Tory and all the Union Labour, is that how it works? I'm a humble American who requests information.

This is all I remember about rugby...

This is a true story.

In the mid-70's in uni, I was on my average weekend drink your way up and down Kirkwood routine with a couple of mates in Bloomington. Some music act I wanted to see was at The Bluebird, but the crowd was out the front door, and we decided to swerve that and slake our thirst at the jock bar across the street. The women's rugby team was celebrating a victory in traditional form, we understand. The capstone of the evening was when six of them spelled out I-N-D-I-A-N-A-R-U-G-B-Y by hanging their bare butts over the edge of the balcony.

One letter per cheek. These were honey badger girls. Impressed, we left the bar and went across the street to enjoy the next set.

Things like that stick in the memory.
 
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