I wake up at six, surprisingly, well based on the amount of Port I had drunk the night before, I wasn’t hungover. Decided to go for a run, remembered that I am fat and unfit, get back into bed. Get back up at 7am and log onto the craic, the nerves are starting already, although that could be the delayed hangover.
We leave Basingstoke at 2.30 and head off to the Stoop, park at the College and into the Garryowen and then lunch at the William Webb Ellis. Feel sick, nerves are definitely going, confidently predict a 20-17 win to Quins.
We head off to the ground, everybody seems to be in deep thought, well all apart from my 5 year old who is asking if West Brom get a point per goal, clearly he is not used to us winning. Straight into the South Stand, right behind the posts, in row B. See so many friends, everybody looks on edge, here we go. I have Ref link behind me, well Liam K, this is unbearable.
From the kick off, Quins start on top, although things get stopped when Monye takes a heavy fall. Having watched it back on telly, Thompstone does nothing wrong, he doesn’t take his eyes off the ball but the fall is horrendous. Luckily Monye eventually gets up, a bit groggy but okay. Quins continue to dominate, Evans misses two penalties which are sitters, he looks unfit. Irish get penalised again, Care takes a quick tap and Catt tries to decapitate him. Everybody piles in, including Percival who is acting like he could start a fight in an empty room. Quins get Brown to take the kick but he pushes it wide, how on earth is it still 0-0. We haven’t got out of our half yet. Ref Link keeps telling Chris White how wrong he is, later confirms that actually he has got most things right, sounds like a u-turn Liam J
The lineout is faltering but the scrum is fantastic, we have Quins on toast, even with Catt at 8. Quins still dominate, Thompstone touching down to stop a certain try. Awesome defence by us. Suddenly we break, Dodge and Thompstone slide down the wing, Steffon takes at pace and gets pushed into touch 5 metres from the line, we finally started an attack. We then go in at the other corner, Liam and I celebrate, judged to be a knock on, bugger! It’s all Irish, how the game has turned.
The pressure keeps building but the Quins defence is fantastic. Irish get a penalty, Hewat steps up and shanks it, I actually think it is worse than Evans’s two efforts. We get another penalty, I correct myself, this effort is even worse, does no-one want to score.
Just before half-time Quins get another penalty, Care takes a quick tap and Tagi trips him up. Chris White issues the yellow card, with 30 seconds left on the clock and Quins have another penalty. Brown keeps up the 100% record by missing, 0-0 at half time, nobody wants to win this.
14 men in the second half, going to be a tough start, low and behold we start to move the ball, Percival transgresses again and we are duly awarded a penalty in front of the posts. Delon the metronome slots it easily, 3-0 up with 14 men, ooh this is looking good. Alex C starts warming up, Liam tells me that Alex C has a fat arse, I think Liam shouldn’t say that out loud!
Quins break, just get over the halfway line and Delon makes the tackle, Evans is definitely not fit. Quins dabble around our half and eventually get over the 22 but never look like scoring. Steffon turns over the ball and Irish clear their half, Tagi comes back on and Thorpedo replaces a misfiring Hoff.
Irish kick long, Quins take a quick throw in and Irish turn it over, quick ball, we move it wide, it comes back inside, Catt fires a perfect pass and Hudson with a fantastic line and slides under the posts, everyone goes wild, Delon slots the conversion and its 10-0. The South stand is rocking, Liam and I are dancing, there is a long way to go.
It’s all Irish, quick ball and we are starting to open up but Quins defence is still strong. Alex C comes on, Liam doesn’t mention his backside, the pace gets increased, still singing. Brown clears Quins lines and from the lineout, Quins attack before Catty strips the ball just as quins get into the 22 and clears the lines.
20 minutes left, Liam starts singing ‘Your not singing anymore’ to the West Stand, feel sick, can we really win this? Buckland comes on as Quins play their last card, taking off the ‘best half-back pairing’ in the Premiership, snigger. Then off goes Robshaw, the GP Player of the year, this is surely Quins last throw of the dice with 15 minutes left.
Suddenly we break again, Tagi beats two, feeds Hewat, who feeds onto Delon, he must be in but from no-where Monye slams him into touch, fantastic defence, great play by both players. It’s all Irish, were in again, Buckland scores, I’m in heaven. Hang on, Ref Link reckons he drops it, so does the wife, noooo! It’s still 10-0.
Quins clear their lines but this is all about us, we are playing all the rugby and we are in their 22 again. We get penalised, Gomersal takes a quick tap, Catt picks it off, he’s in and the South Stand explodes, I’m hugging everyone and start to cry, we are going to win this, 17-0, four minutes left.
Quins finally break away and play some great rugby, a sublime pass by JTH sets them up but there is no way they are crossing our line, Quins are getting nilled.
Full time Quins 0 – London Irish 17
There were some superb performances today, Steffon was deservedly given the man of the match award, Catt and Dermody ran him close however this was all about the team, our team. Finally, a word for the fans, the South stand was absolutely buzzing, I have never been in a better atmosphere at an Irish game and the players gave us the performance to match our support.