We are the champions...
No time for losers...
'Cause we are the champions...
of the World!
Well, ok, not quite the world. But hey, beating aussies is a blast anytime, anywhere. Whether it's a scorching 50 metre run by Rokocoko to seal the Bledisloe Cup or a... errm... 5 metre slightly less scorching sixte opposition fleche by Rocko to seal the NSW State Men's Epee Championship, there's nothing quite like seeing the Silver Fern flying high (even if it is in the form of a lopsided, smudged stencil on the side of some rather smelly breeches...).
Here Rock takes comfort in the fact that Pavel Kolobkov is also invariably the shortest when he collects his gold medals. Of course, critics may well point out that Pavel probably isn't invariably the fattest...
Moments after claiming the 2006 NSW Men's Epee title, the sponsors look on in horror as the new champion botches the product placement in front of the glaring eyes of the world's media. "For superior performance... get yourself a bottle of the generic green-labled sports drink today!" Good one chief.
Ok, since everyone knows I'm the only contributor to this blog - despite my subtle efforts to put people off the scent with cunning use of the third person - I'll leave it at that and stop posting pictures of myself...
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