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What a load of poo!
Let me you back to the second of September at around 3.30pm. Mrs PANS, little Norah and myself were walking to Twickenham stadium when a bird that was possibly the size of a small car flying over us decided to go to the toilet. Luckily Norah didn’t get dirty, I got a bit of poo on my arm and Mrs PANS was completely covered in it, she was so full of the bird’s excrement that she had to take off her top and we purchased a London Irish top from the merchandising outside the ground. Apparently being shat on by a bird brings good luck and indeed it was a good omen, as not only we beat local rivals Harlequins but also we scored the bonus point try on the last play of the game.
Despair to Joy
Before kick off on Saturday, the talk in the bar was about taking a losing bonus point for this game, most of the talk from Tigers fans was about a five-point win; these predictions seemed feasible at the time.
Newcastle v London Irish
Prior to this game I had only seen our triumphant and encouraging performance against Quins at the LDH. In between there had been three lacklustre drubbings and an array of issues were coming to the fore – poor defending, slow starts, lack of a clinical edge… So I hoped to see a vast improvement and, crucially, evidence that we can compete and stay up this season. Although Newcastle have been going very well this season, historically this is was a game I would target as one we could win and they have usually been close encounters so, come Friday, I had convinced myself that we could get a result. (It takes a couple of days but, by game day, I can usually convince myself that we can win whoever we are playing)
An Irish supporter takes us on a journey into pain.
After the Lord Mayor's Parade
An oft-used phrase, especially in rugby, and even more especially for London Irish supporters - it's the hope that kills you. Fabulous as the opening-day win was against Harlequins it gave us green-bleeders the hope that the season wasn't going to be the expected scrap for relegation but Irish would instead run riot in the Premiership, prove the pundits wrong and qualify for the European Champions' Cup or even win the whole shebang. Of course this was always likely to be a falsehood, we knew that, but it doesn't stop the hope...
When Irish Met Irma's Little Sister
This little tale commences on the Thursday night before the visit of London Irish to Sandy Park the fine home of Exeter Chiefs the reigning (how appropriate) Premiership champions. Surely one of the golden rules of modern life is never to venture onto the social media late the evening having shared a glass or two in the comfort of ones’ own home. I broke this rule and have ended up responsible for this report. I proffer apologies in advance for all the inaccuracies that may follow and commend the British Broadcasting Corporation website for a more complete factual review.
A glorious start to a long hard road ahead
Irish supporter LIBohemian's recollections of a hazy, crazy day out at the London Double Header.
End of the pre-season
The first day of a long, sunny Bank Holiday Weekend; what better thing to do than go and be a part of the build up to our hotly awaited return to the Premiership? Despite the fears of a rail network nightmare, everything seemed well and there was a noticeable Irish presence in Richmond from the moment you left the train station. After a few beers in town, it was time to saunter round the corner to the RAG.
Ealing pop-in for a quick arm wrestle
A balmy summers evening at Hazelwood saw Irish's second pre-season warm-up against Ealing Trailfinders. Some less-northern attendees disagree with the "balmy" part of that statement and I will admit there was, as there often is, a cooling breeze coming across the pitch towards the club house but it was far from the "freezing" a lot of people seemed to espouse.
Hot Dogs in the Sun
It was a convivial atmosphere at Hazelwood as Exiles and Quins fans gathered on a sunny Saturday afternoon to share a pint, perhaps a hot dog and a good look at their respective teams.