I remember the very day I first heard this as a newly-released song, while driving around Wilshire Boulevard in L.A… I was first gobsmacked at the beauty of Freddie’s voice, and then I started head-banging right on cue. I guess it just has that effect on people.
Oh yeah? Well the lazy composer store called, and they’re fresh out of you.
And women. So sayeth the former tight-head prop. 
I’m not the only one who thinks it’s a direct rip off of Stairway to Heaven though, right? (Except STH didn’t have opera. But it starts soft, gathers steam, turns into hard rock, then ends with you groping your high school date’s ass" at the end is similar, right?)
I don’t think it’s physically possible NOT to. Not to bop your head, that is, not to not bop your head.
What I’m trying to say is, yes, I bop my head, and so does everyone else in the known universe. Sheesh. Having trouble communicating today.
And you can do the Jeff Wilson grub kick - a low little kick along the ground just faster than the winger can run that pops up into the air on the third bounce, right into his hands at full speed and away to the corner post for a try.
Awesome.
Seriously, the physics of the oval ball dictate that the popup will actually happen. The skill of the kicker is making it happen reliably.
Si
Did someone mention physics?
Fermi…Fermi…Fermi!
And even odder shaped ears. Man, those rugby players got some odd ears. But their thighs make up for them. Mmmmm, rugby thighs…
But you know why rugby players have thighs - so other rugby players can wrap their arms round them and try to stick their head up his …
How do do you think cauliflower ears happen - mistakes forming the scrum.
Si
It was a blatant handball. Bastard ref was got at.
I hope Webb-Ellis got caned. Across the eyes.
Stop ruining the fantasy! Sheesh.
When I was at school I sometimes had to play Lock in a scrum. I think this position has now been rescinded. It involved being in the back of the scrum with your head between two people’s arses, with your arm between one of the player’s legs, holding onto the front of his shirt, with his testes resting gently on your upper arm. It wasn’t my favourite position.
To shift to another song reference:
I want to live the real life,
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just 'cause I’m middle-aged, that don’t mean
I wanna sit around the house and watch TV…
I want a real life, I want to live the real life
(-John Mellencamp)
You know who never bopped their head to “Boheimian Rhapsody”?
That’s right: Hitler!
So, single guys aren’t allowed to play?
And are the women oddly shaped, too?
Opinions vary. But it is often possible to catch some cheap thrills a player will commonly peel off her jersey on the sidelines and hand it to her replacement. Blood, sweat, mud and all…
By the way, if anyone loves and misses Queen, do check out “Grace Kelly” by new, and slightly odd British artist Mika. The similarities are great, and it’s not a bad homage.