With as usual Munstermen to the fore in Irish success, a restored Stringer partnering O'Gara in the half backs and a forward pack dominated by O'Connell, Leamy, Wallace et al, the team captained by Dublin's own storybook captain O'Driscoll, hung 40 plus on England in a 30 point margin of victory never before seen on any rugby field.
Ha ha the joy of it all, watching the hubris filled English commentators swallowing their own bile, as Keith Wood smiled broadly. Early in the day on the BBC's coverage, Brian Moore - a commentator I respect but an Englishman through and through said he fancied England to win, Woody almost wet himself with laughter at the mere thought, a smile broadly appeared across his face and a chuckle emerged from his lips, the Clare man full if belief that his Irish brethren would carry the day, I don't see the same result as Brian he said, and he was proven correct as the Irish demolished England's Grand Slam and Championship dreams in pouring rain.
Andy Farrell is a 750000 pound misfit at Centre and Danny Grewcook, was almost man of the match of Ireland thanks to his always can be relied upon, sin binning. The Irish midfiled exposed Farrell for what he is a lumbering hulk of a Rugby League player out of place in the swifter constantly moving world of Union, ho hum, poor little England, I would have liked to see Rob Andrew's arrogant little countenance at full time but alas to no avail, it was enough to see Jonny Jaundice trudge thoroughly hammered.
In the other games, Scotland gave Italy their first away win gifting 3 tries in the first 7 minutes and France continued their roll to the championship despatching Wales with a second string team.
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