The day the rabbit struck back
Okay, we’ll try that again ... Sunday, April 25, 2004, was a bright day, full of promise, and as the red hordes streamed towards Lansdowne Road full of ... naw, sorry, can’t do it.
Like will-conscious relatives competing to see who can cry the most at funerals, it’s sometimes difficult to distinguish between genuine sorrow and affected sorrow. Which is why it seemed ridiculous to be unable to rationally analyse Munster’s Heineken Cup semi-final defeat to Wasps eight months ago ... yet I could not.