Sunday, 31 May 2015

Saturday evening in Belfast

Photo: BBC Sport
An impromptu poem to celebrate a great day for Scottish rugby as Gregor Townsend's heroes secure an historic victory, becomming the first Scottish side to win a major trophy.

Glasgow Warriors 31; Munster 13.

Saturday evening in Belfast

The play is charging up the midfield
with Bearde and Blonde battering into
the soft belly of the mustered
front line; forward troops en masse.

The Fijian takes a pop pass,
crashes into the tackle and offloads
through a melée, some way,
with an impossibly long arm,

milling air. And van der Canuck
is that wind. He takes the ball
out on the wing and dances close
to left touchline. It's just as if

he's running down a wire, right
on the edge. He sticks out stiff,
a hand-off arm and would be tackler
crumples down. And on he strides,

across the line, swinging round
to touchdown unopposed behind
the posts. When Grin the Kicker
duly adds to scoreboard two,

the Warriors' fate is to win through.
In a neutral venue Scotstoun blue,
the pipes are skirling, fans are too:
“We are Warriors! Who are you?”

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