This time on the plane, there were few problems between Toulouse and Paris. Must say that for once, the two have been eliminated in the semifinals of the usual blow contest had more cocks their place too. The only one who raised concerns was Matthew Bastareaud. We had forgotten his treatment and suddenly we had to chain him to his seat and ask him a sort of Hannibal Lecter mask as he assaulted them not to Toulouse. It made them laugh besides. Heymans walked towards him to taunt him: "You risk everything if the loose? He'll do something crazy, completely unpredictable ... a password may be? ". Everyone laughed. I, it made me think Floriant Fritz, who was not with us as you know. Problem passport. I imagined Fritz to queue City Hall to have his new papers. If it ends not headbutt that ...
It was left for 23h flight. Each had taken enough care. I was the number I Attitude Rugby was doing a: nice kid, class, well dressed, French what. I do not know why, but Retiere told me that sometimes I think he did OSS117. I well taken, Jean Dujardin, is a nice kid too. I told myself a small plane ride with the guys was also an opportunity to sing some good bawdy songs of the land, history solder connections between us. But we could not because of Julien Dupuy. This context there had brought his girlfriend with him, suddenly there was a little embarrassed to sing the song of the priest who has the balls dangling. He can not live without it seems. But I realized it was a really shitty idea when Dimitri Yachvili began to be dredged, including offering to pass a hand through his silky hair washed with petrol-han. Indeed, competition between Yach and Dupuy rages even a year after. Yachvili when asked for a glass of water at the stewardess and Dupuy outbid by asking two glasses of water, it started to take a turn more and more ridiculous. Fortunately
Dusautoir intervened and asked them to stop the pranks. Dusart, it is in life and in the field. Earlier during takeoff, the stewardesses did ask us to remain seated and fasten our belts. Maxime Medard had the misfortune of getting up at that time to go get his iPod that he had loaned to Clerc, and Titi has leapt like a cheetah to the plate and nailed to his chair. The more surprising in the case was that Medard was at least 7 places ahead of the plane. When I asked Thierry if he did not take two minutes to relax sometimes, he said it's not as cavalier an attitude that he would succeed again to press 30 All Blacks for the tour. Here I thought that if one day someone could tackle Chuck Norris on a rugby field, it could be that Thierry Dusautoir.
Unfortunately not everyone was as conscientious as himself in the group. Starting with Cedric Heymans. When I saw him, unshaven, his hair disheveled, eyes empty, I asked what it would look once it has to suffer the effects of jet horraire. I shivered. Already we had to head banging Retiere wake up, do not push. M'enfin you say, it's no worse than Sebastien Chabal. Sometimes in Marcoussis, I feel cross "Cousin Machin" Adams Family in the hallways. Heymans is increasingly left to land the role of Morticia, missing more than the wandering hand and it was perfect in fact. N'Tamack pointed out to me with Beauxis and Traille had a little foot equivalent, as the rest of their body was useless. Beauxis besides, he was sitting alone at the bottom the plane and it made me a bit of trouble. But at least he was left alone. While montpelliérens were suffering real pain. The slightest little thing was a pretext to mock. "You pass me the salt?" You think you'll make it in three years? " Etc.. When were the Parisians, at least they could say "I'll spend when you have won the Heineken Cup" but against Toulouse was harder to get a good spread. That's what probably motivated Picamoles to sign in Toulouse. A bit like those nerds who stop students from doing their math homework and begin to fight in the schoolyard because they have tired of being victims. Hey by the way, I wondered why I had taken him. Ah yes, because I do not like Elvis Vermeulen. It looks a bit too to Daniel Craig, I shot a suspected spy XV de la Rose.
But when it really wrong is when Szarzewski wanted us to introduce the new jersey of the French stage. A jersey with lightning, which cross over when we were spirited to fly, it's quite wrong. At this point I think it has recalled all of this history of Uruguayan rugby players who have become cannibals after surviving a plane crash. Strangely, Chabal was the only one smiling. Fortunately Dusautoir ended up doing what he had to do and simply plated Dimitri ground, ordering him to store his gadget in his bag.
I think I want my captain.
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