Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Emmet in Oz - THE MATCH
Im not even sure if this post will make it to ye. If it has to travel through the south Munster coast before reaching the rest of Ireland Id say even the computers will be hung over! What a win! How naive I was to feel nervous. The truth was that they just couldnt loose. They wouldnt go home if they did. Legends! Heroes! Tuatha De Dannan in waiting! Surely O Connell is up there with Boru and Cu Cullan. Not to mention Foley at the head of the table with Leamy and Wallace either side.
They tried to shake me over here. Bloody convicts, with an hour to kick off the power went out. Panic from Condon! Rang every bar that served Guinness in Western Australia. They were watching the Celtic game…. the lot of them. Not too many of Limerick's son's setteled this side of the Shannon it seems. 5 minutes to go the stars aligned. God bless the ESB!
Poor oul Leinster looked shocked when they ran out. Most of them weren't that lost in their own house since their 21st was gatecrashed by a bunch of Engineer's and Ag students from UCD.
Drico resorted to shaking his head by the end. When he'd seen Rob Henderson heading for the West stand before the game he presumed it was on the way to the burger van out the back not to the dressing rooms. If there ever was a man to fill a gap it was Hendo. Should he hang up his boots after this the Munster branch should keep him on and rent him out to beleagured farmers with fencing problems.
As for Felipe, the Argentine learned the hard way the real reason his ancestors on the Spanish Armada stayed off Kinsale - a Corkman has as much red blood running through his veins than any Latin Lord, and a Corkman scorned is a dangerous thing - the truth of Kinsale is probably that the Cork fella's wouldnt have the Spanish steal their thunder.
It's surely no coincidence that the final is in Cardiff. A stadium built for a Red Army. I'll still be nervous, but those Mighty Men will surely do it now..