| 00:00 - 00:03 | It's autumn and rugby is back. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | It's Tier III lockdown across Berlin |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | But in groups of 5 we'll hit these bars |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Eat pancakes with your beer and we can get past the restrictions pretending it is a meal. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | So get your drinking pants on; we leave in 10. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | That's cracking plan. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | I can't wait to see England v the Baa Baas. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mein Fuhrer |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Robshaw |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Robshaw and a number of the Baa Baas got caught breaking lockdown. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | The game's off. There'll be no Baa Baa thrashing. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | All of you colonials, leek eaters and haggis chasers leave the room. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | He did F*(king what? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | The brainless tosser |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I have been stuck in this bunker in COVID isolation for months waiting for this game. |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Just one of my staff gets a runny nose and we are all f*(ked. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | No bloody Octoberfest. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | And we ran out of toilet rolls weeks ago. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Do these pampered idiots not understand how miserable life is. |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | All we ask for is 90 minutes of 30 men beating the crap out of each other. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Mein Fuhrer rugby is a game played by gentlemen. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Are you serious. Have you met Dylan Hartley? |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Mein Fuhrer, Hartley was only banned for a total of 120 weeks |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | I don't believe this utter crap. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | What am I going to do now? |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | You have no idea how tough it is. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Wales gloating about the 6 Nations. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | How bad is 5-star hotel food that these idiots have to go to Pizza Express for a Carbonara? |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Is it too bloody difficult for these Neanderthals to order from room service? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | We are down to pot noodles and bloody Tofu. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I would give my right testicle for a cheeky Nandos. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | If these pampered morons played for Russia, they'll be shot by Stalin. |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | My weekend is ruined. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | We'll have to play charades and all I know is how to do Tarzan. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Goering is so much better at party games. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Rugby players |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Well I have had enough. I am going to troll them on social media. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Chris Robshaw you cockwomble, you haven't heard the last of this. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | You would think pop star wages and reality TV wives would be enough for these losers. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | They should try living with the SS and Eva Brown. That's a laugh a minute. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | She got a face like a fire in a lego factory |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | I'm sure he didn't mean it. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I suppose I could hang on to the Italy England game. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | No need for the Italians to sneak out for a pizza. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | That's in the bag. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | We'll win that one. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Robshaw will never play again. Maybe Sunday league if he is lucky. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | More likely 50 quid a week commentating on TalkSport. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Someone find me some bog roll. |
