Feeling grand (slam!)

 
Wales vs. Ireland in Cardiff with the Grand Slam at stake... again. Well it's nice to see I wasn't too far off with my pre-tournament predictions given how things turned out. Italy were awful (Sergio Parisse aside) while France and Scotland were pretty much as expected (Scotland with their token win over the Italians and France up & down but clearly building for the future). I honestly didn't see Wales losing to France and but for ill discipline England may have surprisingly found themselves in the championship hunt.

It hasn't been the most spectacular Six Nations - not by a long way - but for the destiny of the Grand Slam, Championship and Triple Crown all to come down to the last kick of the last game, well Hollywood couldn't really have scripted it better, could it?

I thought it might be gone when Jones slotted that drop goal with 5 minutes left but once Munster (yes Munster... read on) got camped inside the Welsh 22 you just got the feeling a drop of our own was on the cards. O'Connell takes the line-out once again to get us on the move... maul... ruck... O'Connell picks... ruck... Horan to Wallace... I'll let RTE commentator Ryle Nugent's words tell the rest: "Horan... Wallace... Ireland in position... this MUST be it... this MUST be it for Ronan O’Gara... drop at goal... Grand Slam at stake... HE’S GOOOOOOT IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!"

Two minutes remaining. In the grand scheme of things 120 seconds isn't much, but when your country is on knife edge between winning and losing major honours and the heart is pounding, well, it's a hellish eternity. Please lads don't blow it all by conceding a silly penalty...

Sixty seconds later: "No penalties," pleaded the RTE commentators, voices trembling about half an octave higher then about an hour ago. Seconds later: "Penalty to Wales."

Paddy Wallace might have had thoughts of emigration while Stephen Jones' kick - on target - and the last action of the game remember - looked like it had the legs to get over. "I just felt the game lacked a bit of excitement," Wallace joked back in Dublin at the public reception in response to O'Gara (at the time) being "ready to kill" him. Form a orderly queue...

But joyfully for a country starved of national (team) sporting success, it fell short. CHAMPIONS AS LAST!!! :-)

I woke at 4am Sydney time hoping to catch the game online. Thank you whoever you are, that piped the TV coverage live (well almost live) back across the 'Net. Despite the early morning drowsiness and sleep in my eyes at the time, I'm feeling pretty "grand" now.