ME? I’M A SEETHING CAULDRON OF INTIMIDATING, RED-CLOAKED NOISE

So many have mused this week ... ‘if only the Thomond Park pitch could talk’. Now, with the help of Diarmuid O’Flynn, it can.

“AND NOW, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain. My friends, I’ll say it clear, I’ll... ‘Aagh! You shouldn’t creep up on me like that! Frightened the life out of me! Just singing to myself — you know, the time that’s in it. It’s nearly all over for me, isn’t it, the game almost up. One game to go, this game.

The world-renowned Leicester Tigers — no team more worthy to finish this era, no team more deserving of a final chance to end Munster’s fantastic Heineken Cup record inside these hallowed walls, before those walls come tumbling down.