Wallace won’t be hiding in face of Stade storm

THOMOND PARK was a bitterly cold address yesterday.

There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to take shelter from the bitter wind howling out of the frozen north or from the occasional near-horizontal hailstone shower that threatened to blast holes in the flapping flags.

It was the kind of morning when any normal smart young professional would be wrapped up well. The Munster men are indeed smart, are ultra-professional, but they are not normal.