What a great weekend to be English. The S Club travelled to Dublin, expecting the worst and saw a pretty comprehensive victory against the side rates number 2 in the World.
Ireland never got the better of England on the pitch, but they were top drawer hosts before and after. We helped a chap out last year with a spare ticket and said he would try and help in Dublin if needbe. His name is George Mullen and his Company install the latest all weather pitches for the RFU amongst others. His son is in the Ireland squad and his wife is a cousin of farmer Pete.
So turn up at my Club said George. We did. It was the Hibernian Club on St Stephens Green. He plied us with Guinness and then guided us unexpectedly into the dining room for a full three course roast dinner with wine, all on him.
He then found out that we had two other friends without tickets, tracked down his son and returned with three for the game.
A true gent was George and hopeful we can reciprocate at Twickenham next year.
The Irish hospitality continued after the match as we were invited to a local pub near our hotel. We did bit of singing and then went into the public bar where there as a Country and Western duo on. At about midnight the guvnor with typical Irish humour said' lads this pub is like an aircraft, there is an exit there and an exit there, now feck off! An hour later we staggered out into the night.
Two smooth ferry crossings and a few hearty breakfasts made for an excellent weekend spoilt only by the bloody great fishes wriggling off the hook in Paris.
C'est la vie!
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