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Are There Any Sportsmen Of Note Left In Oz ?
Poor Ozzies. First it was all those Silver medals at last year's Olympics. Now the Ozzies have been well and truly beaten at Rugby as well !
http:// www.bbc .co.uk/ sport/0 /rugby- union/2 3210389
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.mikey....not sure that they were "well beaten" in the series, but certainly today, they were outclassed.
Never under-estimate the "Ozzies" either in sport or anything else, I have had many "Ozzie" juniors who were superb and went back to Australia to continue a very high standard of health care.
But yes......you are correct.....they are going through a bad sporting patch.
Never under-estimate the "Ozzies" either in sport or anything else, I have had many "Ozzie" juniors who were superb and went back to Australia to continue a very high standard of health care.
But yes......you are correct.....they are going through a bad sporting patch.
Its nice to know that there are some super young doctors in Oz that have benefited from being under the wing of our AB Health Correspondent.
But they really seem to have lost their way when it comes to sport. Their medal tally at the Olympics was puzzlingly low. They even appeared lack-lustre in the swimming pool, normally a venue where they shine.
But I am sure that they will recover their faded glory one day. In the meantime I'm enjoying the moment rather unashamedly.
But they really seem to have lost their way when it comes to sport. Their medal tally at the Olympics was puzzlingly low. They even appeared lack-lustre in the swimming pool, normally a venue where they shine.
But I am sure that they will recover their faded glory one day. In the meantime I'm enjoying the moment rather unashamedly.
Can I recall a small story at this point ?
Back in the early 70's I used to save all my annual leave up from my job as a Post Office Engineering apprentice and go back-packing around Europe every summer. They were good days... back-pack, Inter-rail ticket, very little money and a membership card for the YHA. You could be in Norway one day and a Spanish beach the next.
One morning, on Amsterdam railway station, I saw a young Ozzie struggling to get his overloaded back-pack on, so offered him a hand. It was as much as I could do to hold it up, while he put his arms into the straps.
"What the bloody hell have you got in here, bricks ? " I asked.
"Beer mate" he replied.
He opened his pack and sure enough, it was packed full of cans of Fosters, with perhaps a change of underwear stuffed between the cans.
His explanation was that he was travelling overland back to Oz, after spending the requisite year living and working in Earls Court, and he didn't want to take the chance of running out of beer before he got to Brisbane.
( by the way, he sounded very like Ron Glum, from "Take it from Here" )
I pointed out that he was going to travel through countries that had a reputation of having a pretty good stab at making beer, like Germany, Austria, Chekoslovakia, etc.
But no, they didn't make Fosters, and that was the only important thing to him. We travelled together through Switzerland for a couple of days and I can vouch for him rationing the Fosters to one can a night.
Presumably his back-pack got lighter as he travelled further south.
Whenever I think of Oz, he always comes to mind.
I hope I haven't offended any of our Colonial cousins but I seem to recall that they were always much hairier than us Brits, especially the women.
Back in the early 70's I used to save all my annual leave up from my job as a Post Office Engineering apprentice and go back-packing around Europe every summer. They were good days... back-pack, Inter-rail ticket, very little money and a membership card for the YHA. You could be in Norway one day and a Spanish beach the next.
One morning, on Amsterdam railway station, I saw a young Ozzie struggling to get his overloaded back-pack on, so offered him a hand. It was as much as I could do to hold it up, while he put his arms into the straps.
"What the bloody hell have you got in here, bricks ? " I asked.
"Beer mate" he replied.
He opened his pack and sure enough, it was packed full of cans of Fosters, with perhaps a change of underwear stuffed between the cans.
His explanation was that he was travelling overland back to Oz, after spending the requisite year living and working in Earls Court, and he didn't want to take the chance of running out of beer before he got to Brisbane.
( by the way, he sounded very like Ron Glum, from "Take it from Here" )
I pointed out that he was going to travel through countries that had a reputation of having a pretty good stab at making beer, like Germany, Austria, Chekoslovakia, etc.
But no, they didn't make Fosters, and that was the only important thing to him. We travelled together through Switzerland for a couple of days and I can vouch for him rationing the Fosters to one can a night.
Presumably his back-pack got lighter as he travelled further south.
Whenever I think of Oz, he always comes to mind.
I hope I haven't offended any of our Colonial cousins but I seem to recall that they were always much hairier than us Brits, especially the women.
mikey...LOL....I have a soft spot for the Aussies.
I had an Aussie registrar with me for a year and he was a bloody good "cutter" but always either cut the sutures too short or too long for me and i was always telling him off.
On his last day he came into theatre, late as it happened and said "Good morning Sir, how would you like the sutures cutting today, too long or too short?
There was silence in the theatre, but i laughed and said "Laurie, as it is your last day, you can tie the sutures and i will cut.
Other stories, that i couldn't publicise.......;-)
I had an Aussie registrar with me for a year and he was a bloody good "cutter" but always either cut the sutures too short or too long for me and i was always telling him off.
On his last day he came into theatre, late as it happened and said "Good morning Sir, how would you like the sutures cutting today, too long or too short?
There was silence in the theatre, but i laughed and said "Laurie, as it is your last day, you can tie the sutures and i will cut.
Other stories, that i couldn't publicise.......;-)
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