They couldn’t do it the easy way.
Despite enormous, heroic efforts, after 40 minutes of savage, caveman struggle, Ireland went in at half time six points down, and we frowned at each other glumly.
Not looking good.
Believe.
Hmm.
Then, 3 minutes into the second half, after a clinically-worked movement, O Driscoll grounded the ball right on the line.  Try.  [...]

I’m screaming my head off as Mark Jones runs over the line and destroys any vestigial French hopes of retrieving this game.
Magnificent stuff.
I’ll just stand up now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to stand in front of my television and applaud Warren Gatland’s tremendous achievement.  Who’d begrudge him?
(Well actually, I can think of one [...]

We should have known his kind when he walked through our door, mouthing his evil incantations about options out wide, going forward, and ticking all the boxes.
 
 
 
 
Irish rugby is truly undead beneath the cold, joyless, calculating, life- draining shadow of Eddie O Sullivan. Inspirational players like Brian O Driscoll have become trudging automatons under [...]

I had just fired my final Magnum 44 round at the last surviving critter and drained the last of the Wild Turkey when the phone rang.
ring ring ring crash!
What???!!!???
How’s it goin Boss?
It was the Great Zucchini.
Do you want to go to Wales?
What?
Wales. Do you want to go?
Yeah. It’s nice there. I might [...]

Limerick was yet again a sea of red rugby shirts yesterday.
What? Were Munster playing at home?
No. It was time for the annual influx of migratory Welsh supporters who descend on our fine town in their hundreds, packing every pub with their loud and generous bonhomie. I walked into Jerry Flannery’s to find [...]