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I’m from a country with no tradition in rugby, and a couple of years ago 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, the first thing that happened was discovering that 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, entering a Pub in the middle of f*cking nowhere in Ireland, that was the only place opened where we could be from 8 pm onward, and everybody looks at us. And that everybody was 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, at the last minute!!!

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Brian O’Driscoll ended his international career – he’s a very important guy in Irish rugby.

The extremely important thing is that I was able to understand the game even though I had an awful hangover due to all the Guinness that I drank to be able to understand it on the night before.

And now a couple of years later, I must say that I haven’t watched a lot of games since there. We all know that if we don’t keep on practicing something, we end up forgetting. So, this means that right now I don’t remember most of the rules of the game. I do, however, remember that a Guinness is almost mandatory while seeing a game.

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