Bully-boys must be brought to book

‘There’s nothing wrong with his eye. We don’t do that stuff.’

IT was almost three-quarters the way through Saturday’s tense Heineken Cup game between Munster and Castres in Thomond Park, and Marcus Horan was incensed. “There’s nothing wrong with his eye,” he was shouting at the ref, “We don’t do that stuff.”

“You calm down,” admonished the ref, calling over the Castres number six. Horan, however, wasn’t for calming. “There’s nothing wrong with your eye,” he yelled at Romaine Froment, the bleached-blonde Castres flanker, “It was probably one of your own anyway.”