Dear Joe Worsley
Joe, you've been a fantastic servant for England, but to be honest I really wish you were injured. Ordinarily a little ligament tear would suffice or maybe a dead leg, however that would only keep you out for a short while and what we really need right now is something more career-ending. Best of all would be for you to announce your international retirement - but I know you won't do that, not while Martin keeps throwing you these juicy bones.
The fact is mate, you're not the future of English rugby anymore and we need to move on. There has to be another fresher, more dynamic option available and if there isn't - there bloody well should be. Either way putting an old stager like you in there against the Scots is a retrograde step. And to be honest you're only taking the field because you're part of MJ's security blanket - one of his old comrades in arms and that isn't a good enough reason.
So, I'm actually hoping that you rupture a cruciate or something. I know it's a terrible thing to wish for but unless someone with real vision takes over the running of England that's what it's come to. Don't feel picked on either. I'm quietly praying that Johnny dislocates a shoulder and Thommo develops chronic gout. It's not just an issue with you older guys either. Louis Deacon could do with a detached retina maybe (although he'd actually have to hit a ruck to cop something as bad as that).
But we have to start somewhere and I'm afraid it's you. The good news is that there's still a bit of time between now and Saturday for you to twist something or fall awkwardly. Nobody will think any less of you if you do the noble thing here so please, for the sake of English rugby, break a leg.
Luigi


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