The Grand Slam

What a game, I watched it at home and like most people was literally on the edge of my seat but also lying on the floor, pacing up and down the living room, perched on the coffee table, running out into the garden in fright and ecstasy, alternatively kissing and shaking my fist at the screen.

Moggy, who is strictly a soccer fan cat, had had enough by the second half and headed for the shed.

When asked was he nervous during the game, that genius Brian O’Driscoll said that it was easier to play than to watch.

Feck, I’d certainly agree with that.