WOWWWWWW !
That was a game for the ages.
I freely give my heartfelt respect and admiration to the Irish team for being the very best that we had to face in the last several years.
To play that well and not win is tragic .
Now we get the Argies with a horrible human coach .
As a New Zealander from Irish ancestry today was a great day for the game and I was honoured to watch such a display of sporting excellence
Well its done.
The tickets to the lottery have been bought.................now its up to the final draw to pick the winner.
The Argies went out with a whimper, despite us having an awful day with the boot. Lucky we can make things happen in other ways.
The English..............well the game plan was true to form, but the result was heart stopping.
Rain helped set the theme, and old Farrell had no shame in keeping things ugly to get points & it almost worked.
The Springboks.............struggled to adapt to the slow pace, but still know how to win the crucial moments.
Now we get to see who the reff will be which will set the tempo and interpretation of the biggest game in 4 years..............I would take Jaco Pieper over a northern hemisphere one any day
As my sweetheart and I sat in an Inverness pub full of locals, sipping our scotch whiskey, we saw a bit of one of these Rugby matches. Rough stuff, but maybe not so dangerous as US football.
I was windy, cold, and rainy at the battlefield. Fifty-five years ago I had been taught in school that the Jacobites were nasties who tried to overthrow the British king. The guide on the battlefield gave me a quite different impression: that the war was in some senses a kind of civil war, with Scots on both sides; and that the consequences of the battle included much Scottish culture forcibly shut down for forty years, with a number of Scots fleeing into the Highlands or even overseas where Scottish culture was preserved, altered a tad, and from where aspects of Scottish culture eventually came back as we see it today.
The real problem, apparently, is that the Jacobites did not have high ground, so they fired one round and then abandoned their Crusaders--unh, muskets.