Munster Whitewash Leinster
28/09/08 23:21 Filed in: Sport
Sky+ is feckin’ brilliant. I don’t
watch much telly at the best of times, but it
often happens that what I want to watch is shown
at times that don’t suit. Like tonight, when the
Leinster-Munster clash coincided with bath ‘n’
bedtime for the little ‘un. Where once upon a
time, we were able to dunk her in the bath, get
her into her PJs and Grobag, read the bedtime
stories and have her off to the land of nod in
under half an hour, these days it’s at least an
hour or more. Being an independent little Miss,
she insists on dressing herself. A parental
attempt to put on a vest or PJ top elicits a sharp
cry of “I self!”, followed by a ten minute process
of actually getting the garment on, usually with
parental intervention.
So it was 9.30 by the time I got to sit down and watch the match. I could think about little else today. Opening up the Turbine this morning and reading Neil Francis’s preview almost brought out the Kevin Keegan in me. I was seconds away from donning the headphones, stabbing my forefinger and declaring “I will LUV IT if we beat them” with my voice cracking and tears in my eyes.
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why do the Irish media have such a hard-on about Leinster? OK, Franno is Leinster to his bone marrow, so it is natural for him to talk them up. But tonight, watching the match on Setanta, the commentary was all about Leinster. If a Munster player broke three tackles and was hauled down by the fourth, it was all about the tackle that brought him down, not about the way he skinned the three players en route. Even Donal Lenihan, a Munsterman through and through was commentating on this game like it was Ireland (Leinster) v. Anyone Else (Munster). In case you haven’t noticed, lads, Munster are the current Heineken Cup Champions. They have won it twice in three seasons. They are a decent outfit. Give them some credit, will yiz?
But, anyway, on
to the match. Leinster should have been up 9-0 (or
maybe 9-3 if ROG’s attempted drop goal had gone over)
by the end of the first quarter. But Dr Felipe had
obviously left his kicking boots elsewhere, as he
missed three penalties on the trot. He never got
another shot at goal for the rest of the match.
Munster’s lineout was a weak point for the whole
match, and Leo Cullen in particular made hay on
Munster’s throw. But it was Munster’s tenacity that
showed through. They defended like their lives
depended on it. From the second quarter on, they gave
away no penalties within kicking range (not that it
would have made much difference, as Contepomi
couldn’t hit a pig’s arse with a banjo tonight.) ROG
nailed the two penalties he was offered, and Munster
took their chances to score two tries.
Even though the one-eyed commentary was constantly talking up Leinster’s defence tonight (and it was good, save for the two tries they conceded), there was precious little comment for Munster’s defence. Leinster never looked like scoring tonight. Any promising-looking move was snuffed out well before the line. Munster put in some monster tackles and turned over a huge amount of ball.
This was a very satisfying win for Munster for several reasons. First up, it was a whitewash. On Leinster’s patch. For all their huffing and puffing, and their great pack and their brilliant backs, Leinster failed to score, on their own patch. It was also a big two fingers to the Irish media, who need to be reminded that Munster are still officially the best team in Europe.
So it was 9.30 by the time I got to sit down and watch the match. I could think about little else today. Opening up the Turbine this morning and reading Neil Francis’s preview almost brought out the Kevin Keegan in me. I was seconds away from donning the headphones, stabbing my forefinger and declaring “I will LUV IT if we beat them” with my voice cracking and tears in my eyes.
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why do the Irish media have such a hard-on about Leinster? OK, Franno is Leinster to his bone marrow, so it is natural for him to talk them up. But tonight, watching the match on Setanta, the commentary was all about Leinster. If a Munster player broke three tackles and was hauled down by the fourth, it was all about the tackle that brought him down, not about the way he skinned the three players en route. Even Donal Lenihan, a Munsterman through and through was commentating on this game like it was Ireland (Leinster) v. Anyone Else (Munster). In case you haven’t noticed, lads, Munster are the current Heineken Cup Champions. They have won it twice in three seasons. They are a decent outfit. Give them some credit, will yiz?
Even though the one-eyed commentary was constantly talking up Leinster’s defence tonight (and it was good, save for the two tries they conceded), there was precious little comment for Munster’s defence. Leinster never looked like scoring tonight. Any promising-looking move was snuffed out well before the line. Munster put in some monster tackles and turned over a huge amount of ball.
This was a very satisfying win for Munster for several reasons. First up, it was a whitewash. On Leinster’s patch. For all their huffing and puffing, and their great pack and their brilliant backs, Leinster failed to score, on their own patch. It was also a big two fingers to the Irish media, who need to be reminded that Munster are still officially the best team in Europe.