A funny feeling, really, being in the Millenium Stadium in a sea of red, when you’re a neutral.
As one of the few (very few…) who did not speak in an Irish accent on the day, I felt sorry – momentarily, mind – for the
That feeling ebbed away as the Irish singing pulled away at the heart strings. They were never going to lose this one through lack of passion. The last of my sympathies for the embattled French disappeared when Pelous – a player I had credited with some brains – aimed a petulant, school bully type kick at Quinlan’s backside. What Guy Noves felt at that point is hard to imagine. His captain, his most experienced player. He might have saved the yellow card act for something more useful at one of those rucks that Quinlan nobbled so expertly.
My man of the match – Paul O’Connell - back to where he was before the World Cup, as the foundation stone around which a meaningful Lions assault on the Springboks has to be built. He – and Irish rugby, in fact – went AWOL last Autumn, and their form in the 6 Nations was pretty woeful, too. But through it all, the ‘07-08 Munstermen steamed on. Through the so called Group of Death, where they scrapped for their lives against the emerging giants of
A last end-of-season rant from a Millenium fan – why oh why do we have to put up with the crassness of Network Rail ? The plain fact is that the authorities would never leave a few thousand rival football fans waiting for trains in this way.
Unfortunately, not enough Frenchmen there on Saturday, or the barricades would have been up…
And to top it all, sheep on the line outside
