Here I am again, to write to you to inform you. This is an obituary of the greatest paper tigers to ever masquerade as our national fifteens team. We failed. AGAIN, four years ago after a disastrous campaign in Marseille, the President sought re-election on the premise of NEVER AGAIN, he lied to us, again.
This isn’t a proverbial learning curve where lessons will be learnt and improved, this is our best players in the best form of their lives failing to overcome the team with a myriad of problems in camp, union level and national level. This utter blight and failure of manhood. Again, we were washed off our own turf.
We end the road and bid farewell to the stars we had thought would lead us to the grandest of stages. Even if they hang around for another cycle, they will just be here to remind us of who they could have been. Again.
Every masquerade is a circus and even then, it is headed by a clown. Our own was headed by Byron Oketayot, in a blue shining head gear, he made a mockery of his team and a relief to the opposition, indecisive, cowardly and totally clueless about the game at this point I believe he is being forced to play. I pray this is his last ever rugby game for such a person could find comfort in more lenient pursuits besides this game. At least he was forced to last the game and did some wonderful mathematics by deducting five points off the twenty he cost us. Losing the ball in crucial phases, failing to tackle at will, dishing out ruck penalties and generally standing out as a ghost. AGAIN.
Again his troops followed suit and gave us the most lackluster of performances. AGAIN.
The technical decisions that led to notable exclusions and the subsequent horror show that sent a prop to be murdered. If you know the dos and don’ts of rugby, you let the scrum get in and out of their mess before you send reinforcements or whatever those two were supposed to do. Again, the head coach and staff were just freaking clueless and incompetent. AGAIN.
We can’t improve by not doing the small things correctly. We can’t get the biggest rugby day and camp the media house in a squalid concentration camp, the GESTAPO are proud of you. AGAIN.
I can lament all I can but, in the end, this is it. The journey to the next campaign has begun, the bad side, we don’t have the best players, we will be welcoming a new class of campaigners to do this job. The good side we will also be bidding farewell to this President who made us spend 7,000,000,000 and reap absolute tears. Like Pius’ fifty caps, they have been a long time coming but can’t say it was a good time. AGAIN.
