The FRONT ROW UNION

Exodus – a departure or going out or away from a place that involves large numbers of people So it begins. The Ulstermen (women and children), enumerated at 40,000 able-bodied [more]

Time Waits for Nothing There’s something in the air In Belfast. The oul timers will recognise it as a feint stirring of secreted passion amongst the ordinary town folk of [more]

One of the beauty’s about cycling is that large chunks of your time can be spent in mild reverie as you saunter through the North Down countryside. So it was [more]

I was standing in the middle of those flinty faced Munstermen, they staring unto the pitch as though summoning the gods of wrath to wreak havoc on Ulster. The time [more]

On Saturday morning my brother called me up and said, his winter road cycle would be mine if I wanted to collect. Compared to the one I had been pedalling [more]

This city desert’s got no soul, It’s got, so many people but it’s oh so cold, And it took you so long to find out you were wrong and forget [more]

Since my last blog Ulster have played two games and of course much has flowed under the bridge in other respects. I’m not psychic, period, but I get the feel [more]

Dear Reader, The thunder, dash, cut & thrust and above all the passion of Heineken recedes into a muted interlude heralding the rumbling approach of the RBS Six Nations. The [more]

THE HOUR WHEN THE (Ulster) SHIP COMES IN Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes, And they’ll jerk from the bed and think they’re dreaming, [more]

Apologies to the poster on the UAFC from whom I have stolen this title. It has a nice ring to it and it neatly conceals the brutal realities of ‘rugby [more]

Christmas morning is not what it used to be as the kids are all grown up and Santa’s now just the fairy tale illustrated on the front of Christmas cards. [more]

To be precise, it’s what I won’t be getting for Christmas. Like a number of other regulars I was ambushed a few weeks back by the swathe of blow-ins buying [more]

Over the last couple of games the wee wheel, (the Ulster team), shows signs of beginning to churn, the gears are starting to mesh and cogs are beginning to click [more]

‘Hi, my name is Stevie, I play flanker for Ulster rugby. You may have seen me on TV last Friday night. I hope you enjoyed the game, I know I [more]

I’ve an old mug in the cupboard, er no, it’s not me and I now have it sitting in front of me at the computer as I type. It’s an [more]

Day’s like These Sunday week ago, buoyed by Ulster’s long awaited return to form of sorts I set out on my bike for a long cycle in chilly conditions, with [more]

Depending on the quantities in your glass, (half full or half empty), Ulster’s season has either resembled a train crash of catastrophic proportions or resolutely remains unfulfilled but still promising. [more]

The Rugby World Cup is over, gone like a long lost uncle who overstays in your house for a few days. You are glad to see the back of him [more]