This web site is maintained
by a bunch of guys who really have little or no business commenting on the great
game of rugby union. We may be lacking in formal credentials, but we make up
for it in passion, for we are the armchair warriors who get the big picture
from the couch (or the stands, if fortunate enough to score tickets).
So with these salient points in mind, we hope you enjoy our ramblings, and thanks
for your support.
The Couch Rugby Team
Dan
Fowell played tight head rather poorly at school, and now enjoys
nothing more than shooting his mouth off on subjects about which he knows
very, very little. He does, however, look rather fetching in a turtle-neck.
Matt
Sherlock reckons he is quite simply the greatest undiscovered rugby
talent this country has ever produced. He is also delusional and potentially
a danger to himself and others. Approach with extreme caution.
Kent
Crawford is ugly. He also secretly harbours a burning desire to
father the child of Joe Roff, such is his inexplicable obsession with the
man so many of us love to hate. Watch your back, Roffy.
