Not only pretty and good players - but they sing, too!

Birthday weresloths

Not their birthdays. Sloths written for the birthday of a lovely pal from across the Atlantic. And Richie Gray, just cos he gets a mention in the story. (And if you've not come across these lads before, you can read their debut in Lashings of Sauce.)

“Irish! Irish! Irish!”
As a chant goes, it has the advantage of being easy to learn. Although, for this match, this wonderfully ear-splitting match, it was too easy to confuse with the opposition call of “Tigers! Tigers! Tigers!”
Still, the guys out on the field wouldn’t be bothered, when they’re focussed on trying to beat the crap out of each other in the name of winning another Premiership match.
Nice to see Irish ahead for once, even though we do have a habit of giving it away during the second half. I thought we were going to get a try, almost on the stroke of half time, but it got lost forward then the referee—Barnesey, who’s at least easier on the eye than most of the breed—blew and I could have a good stretch. ( Read more... )