just spoof my way through it when in reality I learned you simply cannot do
that. To be actually able to write something that you wouldn't mind people
reading I decided it was going to be something I really loved and could write
about easily which is why I chose Munster Rugby. Now I could spend hours here
writing about the rugby men and there massive shoulders and all round loveliness
but instead I've chosen to tell you what it really is to be a Munster fan, due
to the fact Mr.O Mahony will be reading this out and I wouldn't
want to make it 'akward'.
Arriving in Limerick on a match day is one of them experiences you'll never
forget.As you're greated by big smiles, old
men in their Munster hats trying to keep there bald heads warm or maybe even
perhaps the Munster squad themselves you just cant simply help put pick up a
certain 'buzz' that's around Limerick City.
As dusk approaches, you decide to leave the buzzing city and head off on
your trek to Thomnd Park. You become part of the 'Red Army' as
you walk in file one by one into this magaficment
stadium. You hear a unmightfull roar that echoes of the sky, you stand
there mouth open gawking at your Munster heroes weather its the oldies like
Ronan O'Gara or the newbies
like Conor Murray EVERYONE is there for a reason. It can be to watch a 'pure
dacentttttt' game of rugby or to just stand there and drool over the fine
looking rugby hunks you simply cannot beat the atmosphere of Thomond Park.
is one of the most magical places I could ever speculate to write about, a
little piece of grass where dreams are made and very quickly over. A place where
you can become anything you want to be weather it's a pure idiot standing up
with a banner embarrassing your family or starting up a roar to the 'Feilds of
Athereny' you can really be whoever you want to be in Thomond Park.
I think Rugby is one of them sports everyone loves weather its secretly just
the odd gander and the fine looking bunch of men aka Conor Murray, Ian Keatley, Mike Sherry
well cough cough that list really could be endless or if its just genuinely the
love of the sport itself, it's a thugs game played by gentlemen and you cant
help but to feel a passion and love for the men in red.
LYNDA ,thats a really good blog :)