raclle wrote: » @Yeah_Right doing a good job winding everyone up so basically it all comes down to us holding onto possession as much as possible and the rush defence.
Niallof9 wrote: » have you teleported back in time like all the other pundits?https://www.the42.ie/kiwi-pundits-write-off-irelands-quarter-final-hopes-4855086-Oct2019/ Its hardly vintage New Zealand. Personal wise Ireland have nothing to fear imo. Go through the names down the years...full of super stars. We were in awe. Thats all gone for all the teams. Some of the tours Ireland went on in the so called golden generation were piss ups. 2012 ended in farce but Kidney was on his last legs. Joe for all his faults has changed the landscape and we've won 2 out of the last 3. And the other 2 were close calls with hugely questionable decisions. We are boring and all that yeah. Out of form. But its not like before. Not saying we can win or anything but its not like the bad old days for us at all. Our main opponent on Saturday is the top 2 inches, never got to a semi and all that. there's inexperience in that Kiwi side. Potential class maybe, but Goodhue, Reece, Mounga, Bridge all have alot to prove. Retallick injury. Aging Read ala best. Cane a version of VDF and not a mcCaw. Barett is the one danger to us really as he walks into any of the NZ teams of the past. Alot of arrogance on show and its sort of why people like myself who used to love New Zealand as a kid actually hate it as a rugby nation now. Bit of ****ing humility wouldn't go amiss. I would love, love it if we beat you guys in a competitive game.Over marketed, Dirty tactics, cheating, questionable pre match advantage and arrogance all tarnish a once loved rugby country. Love it. The tactics Joe uses (as much as i criticise and hate them) are perfect for New Zelaand cause you guys can get brought into a arm wrestle. You want to prove that yes you can go around, but you can also go through, maul, scrum, ruck. Its your one weakness as a team imo. If you actually just stuck to playing outrageously...forgetting about earning the right or trying to beat misconceptions like the maul or scrum issues you'd be unbeatable. You have the Kilkenny thing of just being naturally good at rugby through a number of factors we can never replicate - numbers playing, and the age profile at take up. The GAA means we will never compete consistently. I know alot of what you are saying is tongue in cheek or maybe i'm mixing up swiwi from before.
Basil3 wrote: » You didn't get the memo?
Yeah_Right wrote: » He ain't going to finish it though. He'll be lucky to see half time.
Yeah_Right wrote: » Feeling even more confident after seeing those teams. We're going to crush the Irish. There's no attacking threat that Irish team unless you count boring the ABs to death with phase after phase after phase after phase after phase of one out hit ups going no where.
lawred2 wrote: » Well at least we can't say that the best XV was not available to us. If this XV can't do it then there will at least be no unanswered questions afterwards.
prawnsambo wrote: » Probably the best way to deal with that powder puff team you've put out. No point wasting energy running around them when you can just run over them. :pac:
FrancieBrady wrote: » Exactly...we have arrived at a QF exactly the way we wanted to. Key players available, having revealed very little of our plays in the groups. Perfect ambush territory. Beauty never trumped brains in Chez Francie!
awec wrote: » Ireland by 7.
Squidgy Black wrote: » Beauden Barrett posted a video of him having dinner with Shane Lowry on his Instagram story. I'm torn between branding Shane as a traitor, or being a secret agent considering he brought a signed Rory Best jersey with him.
Gamb!t wrote: » I keep hearing this but is there any truth in it or we are just out of form?
10. Johnny Sexton: Still deserves to be called the world's best No 10 but might pass that mantle to Mo'unga after Saturday night. 8.5
Verdict: Don't believe the bulldust about these two teams being evenly matched. The reason the All Blacks were beaten last year is they were poorly selected and comprehensively outcoached, with a bit of fatigue thrown in as well. Selection-wise they look spot on for this fixture and tiredness clearly won't be a factor, so if Steve Hansen and Ian Foster have come up with the right plans it's going to be an All Blacks victory.
Niallof9 wrote: » Aragorn's Speech at the (all) Blacks Gate
Basil3 wrote: » A lot of confidence coming out of NZ. It's like these people can't remember 1991-2007. I'm not worried about Ireland per se, it's just more that all too familiar feeling of things going wrong in the knockouts at the RWC. Back-to-back victories still hasn't got rid of that nagging fear.
Niallof9 wrote: » Forgive me for i am getting hyped. I'd like to alpologise for all my bluster on here the past few weeks. I talk alot of nonsense like us all. I love Ireland and think we can be the best in the World. My criticism of Joe Schmidt is pure folly and is foolish. Many of you have come on with great riposte to us critics. I was pretty shameful after the defeat to Japan. This is it, this is our time. There is no space for negative souls like myself. We all know the Shankly quote, about life and death and sport. To people like him it was more important. To normal people its a flippant remark. To a sports person it is their life. It’s what he grew up doing, living, breathing. Marketing and the social media saturation and dour quotes have killed some of the mystery and the Shankly’s. Yet sport still stirs. Shankly’s abound. Rugby is a different gravy in some parts. Mistrusted, disowned, misunderstood. You may hate rugby, Breffni, the marketing, the rules, the jocks, Irelands call, sport or life itself. This Saturday sit yourself down, stir your tea. Sip your early pint or cool the porridge. Morning mindfulness. Turn on the telly, to the match. Watch a little. You’ll be better for it. Forget about the talk of elites, of posh people, of marketing taglines and teams of us. Drink in the joy of Irish people striving for their Island. Admire the game for what it is, a normal sport. For Its only our Island, North and South, sitting westerly in the Atlantic, cold and windswept, warmed by firesides and stories, throughout the rugged green lands, taking on another rugged small island , with their own different story. Green versus Black. Might versus Might. Gladiators at our disposal, but human beings beating underneath. First things first, rugby is not the people’s sport. It’s not even the World’s sport. It’s just a game followed and played by women, children and men in all the counties of Ireland. You can’t put jumpers down for goalposts. It has hard rules and hard hits. Neil Francis exists in a rarefied air. Never have i heard these words uttered in any club game or ground. Its only a sport, not a barometer of class or creed or faith. Tip, tag, touch, amateur, semi pro, professional. All with the same muck on their faces and fires in their bellies. Big people, small people, fast people, slow people. Its a distraction, a dollop of passion in a world where we spend more time in work than at home, pay the bills, fix the car, dream of summer breaks. Sport all across this Island enables people to dream. Locally, nationally. Sport isn’t for one or the other, it’s for everybody. While we erode it with marketing slogans and taglines, thousands of innocent children lace up their boots, and cheered on by the mammy or the daddy. It’s still too much centred around certain centres, there is no denying it. Yet a win on the World Stage would do wonders. The IRFU surely understand that St.Michael’s can not become a sole nursery. Yet James Ryan, a Michael’s man, his grandfather a man of the rising. Perceptions, cliches, contradictions of identity abound in Irish life. Names that resound through Irish history and modern life like Cusack, DeValera, Canning, O’Sullivan, MacCauley played the oval ball. Men like Richard Harris spoke in breathless terms of Irish rugby. His heroes were the rugby men of of his city of Limerick. Christy Moore propped and pored the porter up in Bective. People like Ewan MacKenna talk of elites. But i took the field with plumbers, bankers, foreign men, gay men, selfish men, selfless men, workers, slackers, jacklers, tacklers, talkers, moaners, wingers, singers losers and winners. I was a ruck inspector myself. Rugby, like hockey and cricket is played on an all Ireland basis. Its a building block to a brighter and better future. It’s shown that we can live and build in peace. North and South united in sport. Compromises, of course. But its worth it as it banishes the brexit blues and the awkwardness of partition. There may never be a United Ireland in name, but if there is, a Irish rugby team winning a World Cup would surely be at the heart of it. At least we will be united in passion and distracted at least for awhile. For me personally, rugby has got me through some very dark parts of my life. The camaraderie, the spirt, the suffering, the challenge. Tears shed as I questioned the very meaning of who I was. It was just luck that i played rugby no other reason. 80 minutes battle fare, changed the narrative, shifted the mood. There is more important things then sport, yes, but it is the great distraction. The dollop of passion and pride. And worth. One we all need at some time or another. Watch it with friends, loved ones. Roar it on. Cheer. Cry. Hug. Sing. Feel the passion of the Island come through your veins. Its only for a small while. Eighty minutes to put the talk of elites or society away. All that nonsense drifts away. These are 23 men fighting for their Island, for glory on the global stage. They chose nothing for their lives, only dedicated themselves since small children to one pursuit and passion. How does Ewan Mackenna, an avowed sports lover hate that? As Richard Harris said, these are our square jawed gladiators, taking to the pit with the green on their backs. They’d do it for free like some of their fathers before them, but they don’t and so what of it. Some of them will go out on their shields tomorrow, their bodies broken, their hearts and lungs burnt. I stand up for them, my fellow Irish man. Hate it fear it, despise it. But know by doing so all you are doing is hating on your fellow Irish who strive to entertain us. Are you not entertained as the great Maximus once cried. There’s no pleasing everybody. That is ok. Don’t watch, turn off. Switch off. Nobody is forcing rugby on you. Its a sport. Just a sport. After the whistle, after the blood and guts, the hand shakes and the muttered words, us mortals will shuffle on our coil back to the taxes and the work. Win with humility, lose with dignity, or is it the other way around. Why cannot it be both. Tomorrow we will be better for it all. The Ewan McKenna’s of the World will sit in their dens, waitng and watching. For what only they truly know. Lets get behind Ireland as they take on the might of the Rugby World. As Brendan Behan once said if it was raining soup the Irish would go out with forks. If the Irish rugby team wins or loses many people would come out with their fork equivalents. We are a curious stubborn people. Don’t listen to the Ewan Mackenna’s and the haters, the moaners, the gougers or the hypers. Listen to the call of your country and the passion it can provoke.
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