What a fun time at Ma Nolan's in the Port. Got to watch Wales beat Italy roundly. Gaps before and after the game being filled by the dulcet tones of an Irish Choir. Irish, not Welsh, as I rather think the Welsh stay in Welsh Wales, something to do with the fact the prettiest sheep are there or so I am told. In fairness the Irish guys were limbering up their singing voices and gullets for the Ireland - Scotland match to come. The bar was full of both fans without nary a bad word being said, nice that.
Not really sat through, rephrase that to never sat through, a rugby match before so it was a new experience.
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