Connacht 12 Ulster 14, Friday 8th May 2009

This was a hard and brutal affair but in the end, with grit and determination and good old Ulster fortitude, we survived the five hour drive to Galway. The journey, from the warm tropical climate of the east coast to the barren wind blasted wasteland of the west, caused us to reflect on some of the epic trips of our playing days when we would visit the Ulster Rugby outposts of Monaghan and Cavan bringing our unique brand of sparkling rugby and girly magazines to the oppressed masses of the republic regime. In those days the sales of certain adult magazines was banned in the papal statelet so we’d stock up on our way down and exchange the well thumbed reading material for a bottle of Paddy’s Old Irish, after the game of course! Oh how the British Army border . . .