I have just finished Stand Up and Fight When Munster Beat The All Blacks.
It is written by Alan English with a forward by Paul O'Connell.
It was a grand tour of life and rugby in Munster, a sort of who's who.
Most eloquently written and fascinating that I found myself calling friends from Limerick and Cork at all hours to find out if they had been there or met him, all these innumerable characters and places.
I hate to admit it, even if Gerry McLoughlin spares himself no expense at publicity, that when he said that Thomond Park held 30,000 and the million or more who swear they attended the game are god damn liars.
I read the book. It was a great rugby read. A must for any rugbyman or woman.
And I was there, if only in my own mind's eye.
Now that is rugby writing and the truth, ladies.

Crusader crush Waratahs at home in a no brainer.... 34-7

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Sure...I haven't seen enough but I can see that the free kick run is just an excuse at this particular moment for the release tackle, get to your feet, and tap the ball backward, just like league.

I am so preposterously bored with the proceedings that I might as well blow the whole wad . My view from the moon was so boring last week I nearly fell off, especially during the total eclipse. I actually did once but landed on the back of a flying cow , which I later , with reservations had for dinner with a host of unusual charcacters.
Presently I am sunbathing at the top of Everest and can almost makeout the flat earth's surface and all the pitches for this week. The weather looks to be fine judging from the grand cloudless view odd the coast of Singapore. Let's up the anter to shall we say 800Pound per.

FRIDAY GUINNESS PREMIERSHIP

SALE 35 21 WORCESTER Drab! Rubbish! Pure Crap!
NEWCASTLE 22 WASPS17 Disappointed in rugby. Catch this game. Talk about cynical.Ian McGeechan needs a facelift. No,not the team, him!

SATURDAY

LONDON IRISH33 29 SARRIES Somebody has to lose.
QUINS 18 24 GLAWS Please!
LEICESTER 21 14 LEEDS Mercy me. the tree frogs are bossoming.

SUNDAY

BRISTOL 13 20BATH Why?


MAGNERS LEAGUE FRIDAY

DRAGONS17 15 EDINGBURGH Andy Robinson cannot coach. Besides, who cares about the bottom feeders?
CONNAUGHT 15 26 LEINSTER Well? What's new?
GLASGOW 24 19 OSPREYS Surprise,surprise.
ULSTER 33 21 SCARLETS The effect of Williams will linger till he hits his inevitable twenty game losing streak and is SACKED.

SATURDAY

BLUES20 24MUNSTER Somebody has to lose.


SUPER 14 FRIDAY

HURRICANES 29 24CHIEFS I do want a win here for the Chiefs.
LIONS 12 WESTERN FORCE9 I don't believe it.
STORMERS 22 33CRUSADERS Either do I.


SATURDAY

HIGHLANDERS 26 7 WARATAHS He wasn't there.
BRUMBIES 24 27 REDS Neither was I.
CHEETAHS 33 31 BLUES HeeHeeHeeHeeHaHaHaHa
BULLS 23 SHARKS 20 Ready, girls? It's recess.

Two nominees for thes year's Darwin Rugby Awards for the most outrageous, idiotic, stupifying acts of rugbybe insanity:

1. Matt Henjak's behaviour goes without saying.
2. John Barclay, Scotland flank, missing Saturday's Ireland/Scotland match as a result of stitches in his drinking pinky. Barclay alleges, that whilst attending a formal rugby dinner party, a middle aged,quarterhorse arsed lass sat on his hand that was holding a pink champagne cocktail while resting that hand on an unoccupied chair next to him.. Barclay received nine stitches in the incident but the lady with the fat ass only received a good goosing, according to him. I hope this is not another example of letting the truth stand in the way of a good story. According to Barclay, the woman in question left well satisfied. Frank Hadden, Coach of Scotland, was less than enetrtained. Now , John, which finger was it?

Just to finish and quickly, Rob Andrew, I apologize, the Duke of Monmouth is in all sorts of trouble with his father Charles II, the King of England. He is exiled back to Holland and his Father dies, bringing his brother James into power.
Okay.
The Duke of Monmouth is arrested dressed up like a woman, wimpering and begging forgiveness and acting like the spoiled child he is.
But his Unclew James, now the King if England, orders his execution. Or does he. The man who goes to the axe is a lookalike. He gives the axeman executioner 6 guineas to do his deed rapidly but he misses the first time and the Duke of Monmouth, still alive, looks up despairingly. Again the axeman fails to sever his nek but at least the Duke of Monmouth is unconscious. The third swipe fails again so his head his removed with a dull knife. Observers pay their respects by dipping their handkerchiefs in his blood. Gross.
Popular historic sentiment says that James could not have executed his own nephew and that a double took his place and went to his death gallantly. The real Duke of Monmouth is sent to James' friend, the French king, and the rest is history. Rob Andrew somehow is begotten. Or is he? For many rugby fanatics, we wish he had never been born.