I’m from a country with no tradition in rugby, and a couple of years ago (that means last year :)) my knowledge of rugby was:
- It’s different from american football (no idea why)
- It has a ball that it’s not ball… that shit isn’t round
- It’s a bunch of big guys that smash one another
- there’s an amazing “dance” from New Zealand named Hakka
- and that’s it… i guess…
And then I went to Ireland during the 6 nations tournament week.
So, first thing that happened was discovering that the this tournament is really important in Ireland, and the second one was that if we start a road trip with no plans whatsoever, we can finish it in a small town where the youngest inhabitant was probably around 50. (this town and our adventures there deserve an all new post).
Now imagine 2 girls, around 30, enter a Pub in the middle of fucking nowhere in Ireland, that simultaneous was the only place opened where we could be from 20h onward, and everybody look at us, and that everybody where 90% men and all over 50 (at least), the result:
I learned all the rugby rules, since the final of the tournament was in the following day, and if you’re in Ireland and there’s a game (especially a game against England) you got to see it with the same passion that you feel all around you.
And Ireland won, in the last-minute!!!
And Brian O’Driscoll ended is international career, he’s a very important guy in the Irish rugby
(and I was able to understand it even though I had an awful hangover due to all the Guinness that I drank to be able to understand the game on the night before )