Pablo
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I was in Dublin on Sunday for the Heineken Cup semi at Lansdowne Road and WOW! The stadium is amazing - I know there's a plan to get rid of it and build a new one, which is kind of a shame. The acoustics at Lansdowne Road just defy the laws of physics - it's like being sat inside a loudspeaker when the crowd gets going. And the crowd got going plenty on Sunday! Us Waspies were outnumbered by 45,000 to 3,000, so I had to do 15 times as much shouting as normal, which was a bit of a losing battle! I'm sure the sound should escape from the open terraces, but once the Red Army got going on Fields of Athenry, the whole place just reverberated...
The match itself was incredible; so tense I only have hazy recollections of it!.. a feeling of hope when Josh scored after 4 minutes... a feeling of despair when Worzle got himself sin-binned... a feeling of frustration when Foley scored, apparently (from where I was sat) from a blatant knock-on... a feeling of absolute dejection, sick to the stomach, when Williams scored to put them ahead by 32-22 and the Munster crowd around us got going properly... a feeling of disbelief when Voyce scored to tie the game... unbelievable tension when Leota crossed the line and the decision went to the TMO... sheer, unbridled elation and joy when Nigel Williams blew the whistle and raised his arm to signal the try was good... hugging complete strangers in Wasps jerseys and not wanting to leave Lansdowne Road until the stewards chucked us out... complete and utter exhaustion, both mental and physical, as the adrenalin wore off and we walked back into town... Most of the details of the game are a blur - I'll watch the tape when I next visit my girlfriend's parents!
I even had that Irish bloke who presents the holiday programme on TV sat behind me! On a serious note, I have nothing but good things to say about the Munster fans - a nicer bunch of folk I haven't met in a good long while. As magnanimous in defeat as I'm sure they would have been in victory, they made a potentially hostile and intimidating venue feel quite welcoming. Goodness knows they deserve some sort of reward for having been perennial nearly men. So impressed was I with the fans, I bought myself a Munster scarf after the game and in the future, I shall cheer Munster on in the HC like they're my own team (assuming they're not playing Wasps of course - there are limits!). Any Munster fans out there reading this (Red Munster!)you do great credit to yourselves, your team and our wonderful sport.
And for those of you who are as curious as I was before I went to Dublin - the Guinness really does taste better! It's sort of lighter and crisper - a feeling of freshness, instead of being a drink you have to chew...
The match itself was incredible; so tense I only have hazy recollections of it!.. a feeling of hope when Josh scored after 4 minutes... a feeling of despair when Worzle got himself sin-binned... a feeling of frustration when Foley scored, apparently (from where I was sat) from a blatant knock-on... a feeling of absolute dejection, sick to the stomach, when Williams scored to put them ahead by 32-22 and the Munster crowd around us got going properly... a feeling of disbelief when Voyce scored to tie the game... unbelievable tension when Leota crossed the line and the decision went to the TMO... sheer, unbridled elation and joy when Nigel Williams blew the whistle and raised his arm to signal the try was good... hugging complete strangers in Wasps jerseys and not wanting to leave Lansdowne Road until the stewards chucked us out... complete and utter exhaustion, both mental and physical, as the adrenalin wore off and we walked back into town... Most of the details of the game are a blur - I'll watch the tape when I next visit my girlfriend's parents!
I even had that Irish bloke who presents the holiday programme on TV sat behind me! On a serious note, I have nothing but good things to say about the Munster fans - a nicer bunch of folk I haven't met in a good long while. As magnanimous in defeat as I'm sure they would have been in victory, they made a potentially hostile and intimidating venue feel quite welcoming. Goodness knows they deserve some sort of reward for having been perennial nearly men. So impressed was I with the fans, I bought myself a Munster scarf after the game and in the future, I shall cheer Munster on in the HC like they're my own team (assuming they're not playing Wasps of course - there are limits!). Any Munster fans out there reading this (Red Munster!)you do great credit to yourselves, your team and our wonderful sport.
And for those of you who are as curious as I was before I went to Dublin - the Guinness really does taste better! It's sort of lighter and crisper - a feeling of freshness, instead of being a drink you have to chew...
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