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Old 22-12-2008, 09:44 AM
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“Raw and magnificent, here was 90 seconds from another planet, a spine tingling, heart accelerating, tear inducing emotional overload. Even from a distance of six weeks, the memory of this extraordinary Thomond Park cameo steals the breath.

Munster's Kiwi contingent – Rua Tipoki, Lifemi Mafi, Dougie Howlett and Jeremy Manning – gave the All Blacks a taste of their own medicine as they stepped forward in front of their team-mates and launched into the famous war dance.
The shiny new Thomond was instantly transformed into a demented bear pit. A sonic boom of riotous passion shot down from the bleachers as, wide eyed and maniac, Tipoki lead his men through the fabled challenge

The haka set the mood for a truly epic collision; with a heroic and largely second string Munster coming within moments of repeating their storied 1978 victory”


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Old 22-12-2008, 09:46 AM
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Old 22-12-2008, 10:00 AM
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“Raw and magnificent, here was 90 seconds from another planet, a spine tingling, heart accelerating, tear inducing emotional overload. Even from a distance of six weeks, the memory of this extraordinary Thomond Park cameo steals the breath.

Munster's Kiwi contingent – Rua Tipoki, Lifemi Mafi, Dougie Howlett and Jeremy Manning – gave the All Blacks a taste of their own medicine as they stepped forward in front of their team-mates and launched into the famous war dance.
The shiny new Thomond was instantly transformed into a demented bear pit. A sonic boom of riotous passion shot down from the bleachers as, wide eyed and maniac, Tipoki lead his men through the fabled challenge

The haka set the mood for a truly epic collision; with a heroic and largely second string Munster coming within moments of repeating their storied 1978 victory”


My god. I have never read such bollix about munstershire before, and that's fucking saying something.
I was at the match and I can assure ye that no one was crying during howletts haka. For the most part people were laughing, the general consensus among the munster "faithful" that surrounded me was "fair fucks to them for doing it" but nothing more.

Although knowing munster, in 20 years they'll be telling us about the day that all 100,000 people in thomond faced the all blacks and did the haka.
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Old 22-12-2008, 04:20 PM
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[QUOTE=HappyMonday83; 2408403]My god. I have never read such bollix about munstershire before, and that's fucking saying something.
I was at the match and I can assure ye that no one was crying during howletts haka. For the most part people were laughing, the general consensus among the munster "faithful" that surrounded me was "fair fucks to them for doing it" but nothing more.

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Sorry bollix but i'm on Roy C's side - only time ever - it was the one of the most emotional moments in sport comparable to the Giants Stadium for win over Italy or for the 2006 final in Cardiff for Munster.

You need to check your feminine side - i saw no one laughing - even the smug passionless gobshite you pretend to be. But maybe you were legless and feckless in the bar!!
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Old 22-12-2008, 11:06 AM
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A Munster memory to treasure
22/12/2008
WERE I a gambling man (and I’m not, thankfully, because with my luck and judgement I wouldn’t have a backside to my trousers), I would have wagered heavily that in this sporting year, 2008, nothing would top the Heineken Cup final experience in Cardiff on May 24th. Immediately afterwards, doing my damnedest to reflect the dramatics, I began my overview piece with a description of the presentation ceremony, as follows: “The lights dimmed in the closed Millennium Stadium, darkness closed in; in the background, a low throbbing drumbeat, growing gradually in volume, increasing in tempo, replicating perfectly the pounding Munster hearts in the packed stands of this amazing stadium during the final tension-packed 15 minutes of what had been an absorbing contest.”

It was one of those spine-tingling moments, and this had been one of those spine-tingling occasions, the kind of sporting occasion which, if you’re fortunate enough to be present for just one a year, you’re grateful. It was a second Heineken Cup for Munster which confirmed their status as one of Europe’s elite and thus one of the world’s elite.

Afterwards, as one of many thousands of Munster supporters, I said to my old friend Johnny Ryan – “If we don’t have another moment of success this year, with Ballyhea, with Cork, with Ireland, with any other sport we follow either team or individual, this will do us.” Then came November 18.

You know, when you’re building to something big for a long time, it can often turn out to be a disappointment, a damp squib.

From the moment the decision was made to revamp Thomond Park, it had occurred to me (and this is not hindsight) – wouldn’t a return of the All Blacks be a really fitting way to reopen the place? I don’t care who the reigning world champions are, now or ever, the true benchmark in world rugby is the team in black. Since the advent of professionalism, and over the last eight years especially, Munster have really made huge strides both on and off the rugby field. European titles are proof positive of that, a new stadium additional proof, but what better to really know where you now stand than a test (because that’s what it would be, in all but name) against the best?

It didn’t look very likely at the time, however. The decision to drop the mid-week provincial matches against the best club and provincial sides on this side of the world has meant that a lot of the old intimacy is gone.

It’s all now very clinical, professional, arms-length; playing only internationals, in national stadia, the supporters are so far removed from the action that it’s really not that far removed from being at home and watching it on TV.

Gradually, however, the word started to leak out – when the All Blacks came north in the autumn of 2008, a replay of 1978 might be on. Eventually, incredibly, what had been seen originally as only a dim prospect became a reality, and the date was set: November 18th.

The build-up was immense, to such an extent that down in this part of the world anyway it outshone the international match, even with the prospect — very real we thought at the time — of a first win for Ireland over New Zealand. There was fear in Munster, however, fear of an anti-climax, fear that because the province would be shorn of its internationals, short 11 top-class players, the men in red would be eaten alive by the All Blacks, even if it was their mid-week side. Oh, ye of little faith!

I had no such fear, and in a casual pregame conversation with Ryle Nugent of RTÉ, I stated my belief that a Munster pack of little renown would in fact front up to the All Blacks, that I would not rule out a Munster win.

Well, on that memorable night history wasn’t made, nor could it have been anyway – you can only be the first once, that’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? But the 26,000 capacity crowd who genuinely were in Thomond Park on November 18th 2008 almost witnessed what the 26,000 who claim they were in the then 13,000-capacity Thomond Park of 1978 did see, a defeat for the All-Blacks. That they didn’t, well, I blame the referee, because I can, and Messieur Roman Poite is not getting that Christmas card. A late, heart-breaking, win-denying try, from a lineout that began with a penalty award against Mick O’Driscoll that was harsh in the extreme, after two blatant, probably win-guaranteeing, penalties for Munster had been ignored.

AND yet, it didn’t take from the occasion. From long before kick-off there was a buzz in the air, the old Thomond Park buzz. I had been in the reopened stands for the two earlier big games, Magners League and Heineken Cup wins over Glasgow and Montauban, respectively, and while the crowd were making an effort, the intangible that had made this ground so special, so ‘mythical’, as described by the magnificent Clermont and Argentinean hooker Mario Ledesma, was missing. It’s something that’s far more formidable than the mere physical, it’s a force, an energy, a power beyond the normal that connects the fans to the players and lifts them to almost superhuman effort.

And that’s how it was in Thomond Park that evening; from the moment the four Munster Kiwis stepped forward to do a Munster Haka, this event exploded. And it WAS a Munster Haka, in the Maori native language but in the Munster native spirit, a spirit of respect but of fearlessness, a spirit long born of the three ancient warrior kingdoms of Thomond, Desmond and Ormond (the latter of which, by the way, entitles us to claim Ian Dowling as one of our own!).

Let there be no dispute about this, the All Blacks were the better team that night, had the better rugby players overall. While they did get the nod from Mr Poite, that they eventually got their win and denied Munster was down primarily to their heart, their spirit, their determination, their belief in themselves and in their own proud jersey. So, respect for them; respect also, however, for the Munster team of that night. They didn’t win the game, but they won something far greater – they won undying respect for themselves. It was a night to treasure, forever.
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Old 22-12-2008, 11:49 AM
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A Munster memory to treasure
22/12/2008
WERE I a gambling man (and I’m not, thankfully, because with my luck and judgement I wouldn’t have a backside to my trousers), I would have wagered heavily that in this sporting year, 2008, nothing would top the Heineken Cup final experience in Cardiff on May 24th. Immediately afterwards, doing my damnedest to reflect the dramatics, I began my overview piece with a description of the presentation ceremony, as follows: “The lights dimmed in the closed Millennium Stadium, darkness closed in; in the background, a low throbbing drumbeat, growing gradually in volume, increasing in tempo, replicating perfectly the pounding Munster hearts in the packed stands of this amazing stadium during the final tension-packed 15 minutes of what had been an absorbing contest.”

It was one of those spine-tingling moments, and this had been one of those spine-tingling occasions, the kind of sporting occasion which, if you’re fortunate enough to be present for just one a year, you’re grateful. It was a second Heineken Cup for Munster which confirmed their status as one of Europe’s elite and thus one of the world’s elite.

Afterwards, as one of many thousands of Munster supporters, I said to my old friend Johnny Ryan – “If we don’t have another moment of success this year, with Ballyhea, with Cork, with Ireland, with any other sport we follow either team or individual, this will do us.” Then came November 18.

You know, when you’re building to something big for a long time, it can often turn out to be a disappointment, a damp squib.

From the moment the decision was made to revamp Thomond Park, it had occurred to me (and this is not hindsight) – wouldn’t a return of the All Blacks be a really fitting way to reopen the place? I don’t care who the reigning world champions are, now or ever, the true benchmark in world rugby is the team in black. Since the advent of professionalism, and over the last eight years especially, Munster have really made huge strides both on and off the rugby field. European titles are proof positive of that, a new stadium additional proof, but what better to really know where you now stand than a test (because that’s what it would be, in all but name) against the best?

It didn’t look very likely at the time, however. The decision to drop the mid-week provincial matches against the best club and provincial sides on this side of the world has meant that a lot of the old intimacy is gone.

It’s all now very clinical, professional, arms-length; playing only internationals, in national stadia, the supporters are so far removed from the action that it’s really not that far removed from being at home and watching it on TV.

Gradually, however, the word started to leak out – when the All Blacks came north in the autumn of 2008, a replay of 1978 might be on. Eventually, incredibly, what had been seen originally as only a dim prospect became a reality, and the date was set: November 18th.

The build-up was immense, to such an extent that down in this part of the world anyway it outshone the international match, even with the prospect — very real we thought at the time — of a first win for Ireland over New Zealand. There was fear in Munster, however, fear of an anti-climax, fear that because the province would be shorn of its internationals, short 11 top-class players, the men in red would be eaten alive by the All Blacks, even if it was their mid-week side. Oh, ye of little faith!

I had no such fear, and in a casual pregame conversation with Ryle Nugent of RTÉ, I stated my belief that a Munster pack of little renown would in fact front up to the All Blacks, that I would not rule out a Munster win.

Well, on that memorable night history wasn’t made, nor could it have been anyway – you can only be the first once, that’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? But the 26,000 capacity crowd who genuinely were in Thomond Park on November 18th 2008 almost witnessed what the 26,000 who claim they were in the then 13,000-capacity Thomond Park of 1978 did see, a defeat for the All-Blacks. That they didn’t, well, I blame the referee, because I can, and Messieur Roman Poite is not getting that Christmas card. A late, heart-breaking, win-denying try, from a lineout that began with a penalty award against Mick O’Driscoll that was harsh in the extreme, after two blatant, probably win-guaranteeing, penalties for Munster had been ignored.

AND yet, it didn’t take from the occasion. From long before kick-off there was a buzz in the air, the old Thomond Park buzz. I had been in the reopened stands for the two earlier big games, Magners League and Heineken Cup wins over Glasgow and Montauban, respectively, and while the crowd were making an effort, the intangible that had made this ground so special, so ‘mythical’, as described by the magnificent Clermont and Argentinean hooker Mario Ledesma, was missing. It’s something that’s far more formidable than the mere physical, it’s a force, an energy, a power beyond the normal that connects the fans to the players and lifts them to almost superhuman effort.

And that’s how it was in Thomond Park that evening; from the moment the four Munster Kiwis stepped forward to do a Munster Haka, this event exploded. And it WAS a Munster Haka, in the Maori native language but in the Munster native spirit, a spirit of respect but of fearlessness, a spirit long born of the three ancient warrior kingdoms of Thomond, Desmond and Ormond (the latter of which, by the way, entitles us to claim Ian Dowling as one of our own!).

Let there be no dispute about this, the All Blacks were the better team that night, had the better rugby players overall. While they did get the nod from Mr Poite, that they eventually got their win and denied Munster was down primarily to their heart, their spirit, their determination, their belief in themselves and in their own proud jersey. So, respect for them; respect also, however, for the Munster team of that night. They didn’t win the game, but they won something far greater – they won undying respect for themselves. It was a night to treasure, forever.
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Old 22-12-2008, 12:02 PM
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The pseudo-jockery is off the scale here.
He should be ashamed of himself.
Heh, heh, heh

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> November 20th, 2008 by Martin Moodie
>
>
>
>
> 19 November 2008 - (courtesy of www.TheCupisComingHome.com )
>
> The BBC said Joe Rokocoko's late, late try "spared the All Blacks'
> blushes" against Munster last night.
>
> Sorry, no it didn't. There would have been no blushes in defeat
> because there would have been no embarrassment in losing to the
> inspired, electrified, relentless, passionate and ultimately
> magnificent team of Munster men on this unforgettable autumn night at
> the legendary Thomond Park.
>
> This was one of those sporting occasions which transcends a game and
> makes bolder statements about humanity. That sounds perhaps a tad
> pretentious - but it is not. This match was that special. As a Kiwi -
> probably one of only 500 in the 26,000 strong crowd - I was honoured
> to be present at such an event and deeply moved by the respect the
> Munster crowd showed for the All Blacks, for my country and for the
> game of rugby.
>
> Take heed all ye around the world who care about this beautiful game.
> When 'Smokin' Joe' scored that heartbreaking, game-breaking try in the
> 87th minute, Stephen Donald's resultant conversion attempt, if
> successful, would have put the All Blacks out of reach of defeat by an
> even later drop goal or penalty. It was the most crucial of kicks. In
> almost any other stadium in the world, at least outside Ireland, the
> booing from the home supporters would have been loud, venomous and
> prolonged.
>
> Yet as Donald lined up his kick the only sound in the eerily still,
> and yet monumentally flattened crowd was the occasional "Shhhhh" as
> spectators reminded their compatriots of their great yet unwritten
> sporting code. The kick missed - perhaps it was the silence that undid
> Donald on that and several other occasions during the evening (to be
> fair to the crowd at Croke Park last weekend, they did exactly the
> same when Dan Carter was kicking. Again, he missed some sitters. Maybe
> a new weapon, the Sound of Silence, has been discovered that can
> finally stop the mighty Blacks).
>
> During one of Donald's earlier, and also crucial, kicks, the silence
> was broken only by the barking of a dog from outside the stadium.
> That's right - you could hear a dog barking in a backstreet of
> Limerick, such was the silence inside Thomond Park. You almost
> expected the crowd to collectively look in the direction of the dog,
> raise their fingers to their lips, and whisper "Shhhhh" in the
> direction of the hapless hound.
>
> Every word, every gesture of the All Blacks Haka was met with similar
> silence, immense appreciation and total respect. How different that is
> from the braying you will hear from the Barbour jacket brigade two
> weeks hence at Twickenham, who will no doubt successfully drown out
> the Haka with their symphony of boorish booing, thus denying
> themselves and all other spectators of one of the great moments in
> world sport.
>
> Remember too that a goodly proportion of the folks of Munster had
> taken up occupation in the pubs of Limerick throughout the afternoon
> in the build-up to the 7.30 kick-off. Some might have been four sheets
> and quite a few more pints of Guinness to the wind but that didn't
> have the slightest impact on the levels of respect they showed and
> which, quite frankly, put any rugby crowd in New Zealand to shame.
>
> So here's a plea to all fellow Kiwis. Let's learn from the dignity and
> grace of the Irish. When Ireland (especially, but also any other
> international side) play our teams back home, let's banish the booing
> too. Let's take up the alternative cry of "Shhhhh" and show that at
> the rugby table of manners, the Irish are not the only diners.
>
> And another thing. If any Kiwis reading this bump into a Munster man
> or woman in 2011 during the next Rugby World Cup in New Zealand,
> invite them back into your home. Tell them you were moved by the
> respect they showed your nation, your culture, your rugby team. Tell
> them that the Munster class of 2008 - a supposedly 'second string'
> team - was every bit as heroic as their proud predecessors of 1978.
>
> Tell them that Munster lost only on the scoreboard but won everywhere
> that it mattered most - in the hearts, minds and affections of all
> those privileged enough to be present, including crazily patriotic
> Kiwis like me who (almost impossibly) would not have been downcast at
> losing to such a side.
>
> Tell them how you heard about those Munster men who hit rucks like
> there was no tomorrow (and for anyone standing in their way there
> might not have been). Tell them how their own brand of passion somehow
> inspired several of the younger All Blacks - notably the magnificent
> young athlete that is number 8 Liam Messam - to reach deep, deep
> inside themselves to a place they perhaps did not recognise and play
> like men possessed in those final, pulsating 20 minutes, when bodies
> were strewn like corpses across the glorious battlefield that was
> Thomond Park.
>
> Tell them that you heard about the 'Munster Four' - Howlett, Tupoki,
> Manning and Mafi - and how they, backed to a man by the rest of the
> team, laid down their own heroic Haka challenge to the Blacks.
>
> And tell them so much more. Tell them it from me. Tell them how the
> crowd to a man and a woman stood and applauded the All Blacks after
> the game, despite having just swallowed the bitter, bitter pill of
> unexpected, agonising, death knell defeat. Tell them how
> ruddied-looking Munster men came up and shook my hand after the game
> and said "Well done, you deserved it", when in truth perhaps we
> didn't.
>
> Tell them most of all, that the name of Munster, even in defeat, is
> synonymous not only with the great rugby victory of 1978 but also the
> magnificence of the players and the crowd who graced the rebuilt
> Thomond Park some three decades later.
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The pseudo-jockery is off the scale here.
He should be ashamed of himself.
This is why I hate Flynn, he'll write a half decent hurling article and follow up with something like this. Too near Limerique not to be infected
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I cant read any of his stuff anymore, i came to the conclusion that Curtis has no opinions of his own, he just writes what he thinks people want to hear,he's a tosser
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This is why I hate Flynn, he'll write a half decent hurling article and follow up with something like this. Too near Limerique not to be infected
He'd want to cop himself on.
Does he still wear an ear-ring?
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