[I’ve been really busy this summer and didn’t get the chance to put up the more in depth previews you may have come to love/hate in previous seasons, but I had to get something in digital ink before kick off this weekend. I hope you’ve all ready!]
When I watched the Connacht bus roll into Murrayfield, I gave the auld thumbs up to Pat and he replied with a resolute thumbs up back. Strange as it may seem, once I saw that I knew we wouldn’t lose. However, it wasn’t until I saw pictures of Muldoon wearing that gold patch that I really knew we were champions. Maybe its partly because I don’t live in Ireland anymore and therefore couldn’t participate in the homecoming but even though I felt elated it also seemed unreal, as if it couldn’t really have happened.
Going into this game, I was not particularly confident. Having achieved our best ever finish, and qualified for the semis, but also lost to Treviso, I feared that there was a chance Connacht may be running on fumes, and Glasgow in comparison seemed to be on a mission, coming into form at the right time in the season.
After a few minutes and Finlay having to leave the field these fears worsened, as Rodney had not had a particularly memorable game against Treviso and has never been an 80 minute player. Glasgow were all over Connacht in the first 15 minutes, bursting out of the traps to put pressure on in our 22, forcing penalties and rucking frenetically. It looked bad. Continue reading
The game against Glasgow was as frustrating a performance as Connacht have put in all season. For the first twenty minutes Connacht absolutely dominated Glasgow in the scrum and lineout. While the best early occasion for points was needlessly wasted, it still seemed as if it was only a matter of time before Connacht started crossing the whitewash and putting away the league leaders. For all their undoubted qualities Glasgow were missing a few players and had lost ten away games in a row. Although they are still riding high and are basically everyone’s second team, this is not a vintage unit – there was every reason to believe that Connacht were capable of a win.