Irish Spring

I've been distracted by multiple projects and deadlines of late, and again, very little time for viewing the rugby, let alone blogging about it. Having said that, I watched an enthralling conclusion to this years' Six Nations championship decider between Wales and Ireland at Cardiff, and give a big round of applause to Ireland claiming their first Triple Crown/Grand Slam/Championship in 61 years. Ireland 17 Wales 15. Well done, and well deserved Ireland!

Not that the potato-eaters didn't breathe a sigh of relief at games' end. The lead changed twice in the last ten minutes, and the final play of the game was a 50 metre penalty shot in front of the sticks that would have given Wales the championship. The attempt was, in my opinion, taken much too hastily by Stephen Jones, and landed short. It would have been preferrable that he took his sweet time, as much as his allowance; and perhaps Gavin Henson, who has superior range from long-distance, might have been a better option. A quibble for debate by the Welsh, I suspect.

Now for the Lions . . .