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]
Ballpark
Dip into the weird and wonderful world of Ballpark at the FRONT ROW UNION all together in one place for the first time ever!
THE WAITING GAME
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]
A TITANIC WEEKEND
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]
If My Memory Serves Me Well …
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]
A NEW SLEEKER MODEL
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]
Way Down On Ulster Street
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 The Last Time …
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]
POSTCARDS FROM THE WINDOW TO MY WORLD
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 SHIP COMES IN
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]
TIME TO SHINE
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]
ALL I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS
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]
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
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]
Wee wheel Begins to Churn, Big Wheel Keeps on Turning
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]
BIG WHEEL
‘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]
My Old Ulster Mug
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]
RAVENHILL’S A COLD PLACE WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
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]
Who Plays the Tinkerman?
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]
IT’S ALL OVER BABY BLEUS
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]










