I am an emotional wreck. My heart rate has been taken to a point where a cup of coffee would have sent me over the edge and I have nearly passed out due to holding my breath.
I am not talking about running here, though I had a great 21km run in the sunshine on Sunday. It was so hot that I did the run in my sleeveless top and look – I even got a tan!
So back to why I have been dragged through elation, desperation and finally to triumph. Six Nations 2014 concluded this weekend, specifically on Saturday. It has been a great year for “my boys” (Ireland) and the only game lost was to England (very unfortunate). Even more unfortunate was the fact that England had also played rather well only losing to France. So it all came down to what happened on Saturday when England took on Italy and Ireland went head to head with France (in Paris). The situation was this:
– England lose, Ireland win => Ireland win Six Nations (yay!)
– England win, Ireland lose => England win Six Nations (boohoo!)
– England lose, Ireland lose => Ireland win Six Nations (yay!)
– England win (by less than a margin of 49 points), Ireland win => Ireland win Six Nations (yay!) (if England had managed to make up that margin, Ireland would have needed to win by that many points against France or lose the title)
The odds were very much against us as England was never going to struggle against Italy. In fact they won the game 52 against Italy’s 11 – by some miracle Italy managed a try which saved our bacon and meant the points difference was 41 and all Ireland needed to do was win against France.
Easier said than done… We took France on in Paris, on their home turf. Ireland have only won against France in Paris once in 42 years…
I am not going to go into the full match report here (it is almost painful to recall) but it was the toughest game to watch in a very long time, possibly ever. The whole 80 minutes was played with the teams within a few points of each other. There were missed penalties, lost conversions and one (thankfully) failed French try due to a forward pass.
In the end – Ireland took victory with 22 points against France’s 20. Up to the last second it could have easily gone the other way (and so nearly did).
To say there were some happy people in our house would be an understatement, though I am proud to say that I didn’t cry this time! Usually I can’t help myself. 🙂 It was also the last International game (ever) in the Irish jersey for the hero that is Brian O’Driscoll as he has hung up his shirt. What a great way to bow out of the game. And what an amazing player.
Here are some of the gems I could find on the internet to show you what it was all about.