The endlessly clever brigade of rugby union supporters have today reached their absolute zenith, deploying their trademark brand of incisive wit and devastating analysis on the fans of rival code, rugby league, describing league as ‘Mungoball.’
This is despite the fact that the vast majority of union supporters last went to a Reds game in 2011, and are still pretty convinced that Pocock plays for the Western Force. But hey, what can you do? It’s Mungoball.
The earth-shatteringly intelligent comment came in the wake of a suggestion that league is a more popular code in the Australian sporting landscape, which is obvious bullshit. League might have greater viewership figures, more sponsors, more participation, and not be on literal life support, but it’s also, and you can’t forget this, ‘Mungoball.’
The charming folk at Green & Gold Rugby are sure to remind each other of this at every turn, with the same sort of shared delusion that we’re sure was enjoyed by the passengers of the Titanic as it sank into the icy depths below.
But at least the passengers of the Titanic were able to enjoy a relatively quick death, as opposed to the excruciatingly, agonisingly slow demise of rugby union in this country, a process that started with Eddie Jones’ 3-0 vengeance in 2016, and is currently in the ‘Israel Folau forever murders the ARU’s reputation’ phase.
But enough about Israel Folau, and don’t breathe a word of Palestine Folau. This is about ‘Mungoball.’ The ‘lesser code.’ The ‘little brother.’
Ignoring the fact that with many union fans letting their Foxtel subscription go, they literally haven’t watched a Super Rugby match in years, it’s worth asking what kind of lower-class game would have uncontested scrums. Um, thugs, much?
Witty Facebook comments aside, it’s evident to all nineteen rugby union fans that theirs is the superior code. After all, they play it at Nudgee, and do you remember James O’Connor? Wow, what a player. Ignore everything he’s done since he graduated from school, and you have yourself a fairly bona fide argument for union being the true world sport.
But all football debates aside, everyone can agree that the only global game with any sort of claim to that throne is the devilishly simple, erotic art of Golf.
No more to come.