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A Tale of One City
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... The best? Edinburgh is a fabulous city, I've always liked it and I still do. It's not too big, the people are fantastic and then there's the whisky... The worst, however, was almost all rugby... if we're even calling Irish's attempt on Saturday "rugby".
Future not so rosy, more cider please.
I boarded the train at Kemble Station aglow with an optimism lit by the price of my cheap day return. Effortlessly the miles sped by ,leaving Wiltshire's blue skies behind as we tumbled down to the murky grey mists of the Bristol Channel. The brief journey over, I was disgorged into a sea of red and white shapes sweeping me along to their place of commmunion, Kingsholm.
Dear Santa, Can we have some Finishers?
Although the temperature was on the way down the conditions looked good for rugby at the Madstad.
Men v Boys
What seemed to be a very small group of us (of the 11272 attendance I don’t think Irish supporters made up the whole 72) made our way to Kingsholm to watch pretty much the Gloucester side we expect to face in the Premiership in a few weeks, play a team made up of many of our very promising academy with some senior players thrown in.
Must Try Harder
London Irish welcomed Bath to the Madejski Stadium for their opening game in this year's Anglo Welsh Cup. Hopes were high, Nick Kennedy had named a pretty strong team and Bath are having a bit of an injury crisis. Could this be Irish's day? I've told you about hope before...
What did we really expect ?
So, after our excellent win against Stade in The Challenge Cup, everyone was buoyed by the fact that this must have given the players a much needed confidence boost after all our recent losses since the Quins game on the opening day.
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.