No 88: Donnacha O'Callaghan I wake up regularly in the middle of the night . . . sometimes screaming but usually just in a cold sweat . . . wondering how the fock Munster won the European Cup. And why.
But even I have to acknowledge class when I see it.
Doc has his shorts ripped off against Cardiff and he goes, "Naw bodder, " and says he'll play on in his kacks. His red kacks.
What a hero.
I actually did the same thing against Terenure in the Leinster Schools Senior Cup once and ended up getting two or three offers to model underwear on the actual catwalk.
I was reminding Sorcha about this while watching the match but when I turned around to her she was just, like, staring at the screen, with her hands up to her Ricky Gervias.
"Remind you of me in my prime, does it?" I went. And she went, "No, I just hope he knows to wash those at a low temperature."
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