My word it is awesome to be Irish this weekend. We just nailed the rugby grand slam beating every other side and it was magic. The streets were dead from 5pm, with everyone safely on the sofa in anticipation of what was sure to be a nail biting 80mins of scrums and tackles, O'Gara and O'Driscoll and the boys bringing it home. Ireland vs Wales. Six Nations final.

Unfortunately I was chaperoning a bloody 24hr table tennis marathon so was only able to catch the last 15mins but holy crap, what a time to tune in. 12-14 to Ireland. A little close for comfort wouldn't you say? Wales are strong, passing like a game of hot potato and one dude just storms through like Hercules, hardly touched. A drop kick and the welsh score. 15-14 to Wales. Crap. Devastating but, not for long because one trademark kick later from O'Gara and it's all good once again. 15-17 to Ireland. 3mins left on the clock. Ireland are defending hard, so hard that a bloody penalty is rewarded to Wales and I swear the whole emerald isle is silent. It's a straight, long distance kick. The Welsh No.10 hasn't missed once the whole game. This could be the end and we're all crowded round a shitty reception TV in the church basement wondering how we are going to deal with it if we lose? He steps back. He runs up. He kicks. It's heading the right way.....

just not far enough boyo! Ye missed and we win the grand slam. Dublin is going to be explosive and we aint going to shut up about this one for a long time.