I was going to write something about the forthcoming game with Argentina.
I was going to spout the usual drivel about how my heart tells me one thing and my head tells me another, but then I received a comment from O Sean Ici, and it only seems fair to quote his words, as a sort [...]

Goddammit, where are you?
I paced the floor anxiously as Ireland’s hopefuls faced up to the worst that Argentina could throw at them.
Where the hell are you, damn you!
I knew that, somewhere in South America, Bock’s elite Military Wing had inserted itself covertly into a rugby stadium and would, even now, be desperately trying to [...]