Taking pity on the Munster bandwagon boo-boys

It is now some years since I stood at the back of a large social gathering, glass in hand, listening to a character from the higher reaches of the FAI talk about a very special time in the life of a young boy.

He wasn’t talking about a young boy meeting a moyel for readjustment. He didn’t have the obscure initiation rites of the Kikuyu in mind either.

He was talking about that time when you get your team. In England. To support.