My da was a very proud (and stubborn) Gael, and rarely watched the foreign games that RTE often showed. He made the odd exception though. When Ireland played England in Rugby or soccer. He became a fervent Irish fan, vocal and expletive ridden in front of his children while we watched on the TV. He would have f*****g loved that shit today. He would have celebrated like he was a member of the 'Tarf and rambled on about Maggie Thatcher’s boys taking one hell of a beating etc!
As a result, I have been slightly brain washed in regard to how I feel when we face the crown’s pride. I loved every second of that today. Not in a Sept 18 2011 sort of way, but in a that’s what you get for 850 years of oppression, ya bast**ds kind of way. I’ve said it before, if we played tiddlywinks against them, I’d don the green, drink a pint of stout and roar at the top of my voice “Revenge for Skibbereen”!!!
Well done Joe Schmidt. The prickly comment of scummy Irish may well have been hung on the players wall, or in Bundy Aki’s bedroom but for me, the look of disgust on the faces of the chariot drivers? That’s the Carlsberg moment at the final whistle! Nice one!