Ireland got Munstered. All they had to do was defend with discipline for two minutes. Two! All they had to do was hold the line tight, not give away any stupid penalties, keep the head, and let Wales make the mistakes.
What did they do? They gave away a stupid penalty courtesy of Stephen Ferris, who earned himself a yellow card for up-ending Ian Evans in an obviously illegal tackle. Ironically, the tackle on Evans was less aggressive than Bradley Davis’s earlier tackle on Donnacha Ryan, who was dumped on his head without a reaction from the referee or linesmen, but it was still illegal and still stupid.
Our discomfiture wasn’t helped by the presence of a dozen Welshmen in our favourite hostelry, all laughing at us. Damn them.
Do you know about this?
For years, Wales supporters have been coming to Limerick to watch the international games and enjoy the banter with the locals.
Why? As one of them explained, Limerick is a rugby town. No matter what pub they wander into, they’ll meet people who know and understand the game. They’ll get a friendly reception and they’ll go home happy.
We have a lot in common. They have the same persecution complex as us, and when they saw who the ref was they all went Jesus!
Wayne Barnes? He hates Wales. And when Barnes blew for a penalty with two minutes left, what was the story? Wayne Barnes. Best ref in the world. Laugh? I nearly threw up, but at the same time, here’s a crowd of opposing supporters all in the same pub, calling each other names and nobody minds in the least. One of them even bought us a pint, bless him.
Isn’t that great?
Well, yes and no. It would be great if we won. Not so great when they ended up laughing at us, the bastards.
Fun bastards, but still. Damn them. Looking forward to meeting them again in 2014.