Munster vs Sale Sharks
Jan 16th, 2009 | By Bock | Category: Rugby, SportWe’re agog with anticipation. We’re kitted out in red. We’re on the move.
Already our people converge on Thomond Park, anxious, edgy, dour, presuming little.
We have to win and this crowd are no pushover, let me tell you. They’re not coming here for the beer.
These guys are big names : Cueto, Tuilagi, Sheridan, Chabal, Hodgson. These are no bums and beating them will take everything Munster has to give, so as usual I’m making no predictions, except for one. I won’t be out on the town tonight because I’m going to London early in the morning with my children and I have to get up at five.
Five. I jest not. Five in the morning is not a time of day I’m especially familiar with except when I creep up on it from the other direction. It’s very early.
No predictions on the game right now but I’ll come back later with an update, no matter how it turns out. Wish us luck, or damnation or whatever is considered appropriate in your culture.
UPDATE
Well, I suppose 37-14 is a reasonable result. We won. First class. That’s us sorted out.
Goodnight.
(Pic by Achilles)
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Also on Bock:
I’m not a rugby fan as such, but I like to see Munster winning just to spite certain people in Dublin 4 – who we’ll describe as f****rs for the sake of argument.
It is absolutely crucial for the future of civilization as we know it that Leinster – and Glasgow Rangers -never win a European Cup.
Munster, will have to, like the great Liverpool midfielder Tommy Smith advised, get their retaliation in first tonight.
Saxons must not be allowed to prance and preen around at their own pace on the hallowed turf.
A recent article in the Indo, suggested that Thomond Park, one of the great Cathedrals of the game, had lost the fear factor aura. The crowd were too far from the field under the new set up and weren’t frightening the living f**k out of the opposition it suggested.
Raise your voices tonight folks, get behind the boys in red, least Leinster steal a march on us and win the thing and darkness descends over Hibernia.
So will Munster win tonight? Is the Pope a German!
well, the match airs when the clock strikes High Noon in this here parts of the world, appropriate me thinks.
“Frogs must not be allowed to prance and preen around at their own pace on the hallowed turf.”
…haha, thanks for the chuckle
Edited back to Saxons, ref Frogs, mistake on my part – you could get jailed for things like that round here.
No prancing or swaggering on hallowed turf there. Well done Munster.
We’re back on track.
Alas, (for Sale) poor Warwick (who played a blinder) knew them well and ran in a sixth try.
O’Connell, Flannery, O’Leary, Wallace and Dowling also cross the line as the defending champs put the Saxon hordes to the sword and also plundered a bonus point.
Is the Pope a German, oh ye of little faith?
We won bock, we won!!
Love your blog.
Congrats to Munster!
Bock,
Wishing you an excellent day tomorrow!
What a night. What a performance! Thomond park on a Heineken Cup night is the best place on Earth. Enjoy your weekend Bock.
Well done Bock. Seemed like a walk in the (Thomond) Park in the end. Bit close at half time, but the final score is what matters, and into the quarters again. When was the last time you failed to get out of the pool ? Have you ever failed to get to the quarters ? I think you’re bubbling up nicely now – the retention of the cup will be the driving force from here on in which will add a bit of spice. Incidentally, did Little Charlie bring his boots with him ?
and Paul’s making my cannelini bean dish this weekend. It’s all good:) I asked him to leave a comment, fingers crossed!
Abdul — Rumours of the TP crowd’s demise are greatly exaggerated. They frightened the living fuck out of the opposition this time.
HGF — Thanks. We’re now back.
Paragraphs — We did indeed. A fine performance by our boys.
John Wayne — TP can be Heaven, but it can also be Hell.
Russ — This is our eleventh year in a row reaching the quarter finals.
Charlie bottled it again. This place just doesn’t suit him. He completely lost his stroke and eventually had to go off, rattled.
Chabal was remarkably quiet, He did a lot of ruck-inspecting, which of course was completely unconnected with his imminent return to France.
Lorraine — Woo hoo!
But the Evil Empire, their supporters consistently exclaiming, aphros of nothing, “absolutely” and referring to the game as “rugger” and all that entails, lived to irritate another day after salvaging a losers bonus point versus the White Anglo Saxon Protestants (Wasps) – did you think they were called after insects – in London yesterday.
And darkness descended over Hibernia. You think I’m joking, note the storms and tempests since – pestilence and famine to follow.
Wasps? Sorry? What does religion have to do with this?
Anyway, I doubt if Mossie Lawler, Serge Betsen, Paul Sackey, Raphael Ibanez, Danny Cipriani, Jeremy Staunton or Dan Leo would be too happy with you calling them Anglo Saxons.
Like your blog, any predictions for the munster game in Montauban tomorow?
Eh, in a word, no. We’ll take it as it comes. If Montauban decide to turn up, it could be a very serious contest. After all, they nearly beat us in Thomond Park.