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Ulternative Alster Fan Club
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Ravenhill Nights 5 |
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Flegs, flegs, flegs.... flegs, flegs, flegs.. Little to say about Cracklin' Rosie for the Munster match, it was as crammed as a refugee boat and drink was at a premium, (as you would expect in a boatload of refugees.). Fast forward then to Ravenhill, Friday 2 weeks ago and Ulster 'A' were playing a Waratahs development side. This was a game of three halves, unfortunately two were at the same time. With his mini com speakers and radio lashed to the second barrier in the face of a howling sou westerly, the cap'n had thoughtfully opted to listen to the progress of the second half in Galway whilst watching the first half of the 'A' match. We were a motley if small in number crew, not so much all hands on deck but a reduced watch, consisting of Holywood Mike (2nd half of the 'A' game), The Original Kimble (2nd half of the first half of the 'A' and second half of the second half of the Galway game), cap'n Grumpy, Mid Ulster, Ballpark and Freddie Benson, (3 halves from both games). Listening to events in Galway meant an unusual lack of synchronised cheering from our isolated fan base on the Terrace. An Ulster score in Galway accompanied by mad cheering and flegs waving from our isolated group coincided with Ulster 'A' under the cosh, I’m sure there were some curious looks from the ‘A’ players, probably thought “sarcastic goats up there..” You get the drift?, because drifting was absolutely possible up at the summit of Terrace in the teeth of a howling gale. We almost had enough flegs between us for two apiece but holding two flegs in this sort of wind was tantamount to being careless in charge of a parachute 2000 feet up at an open hatch in a plane. I've never seen so many flegs in a long time on the Ravenhill Terrace. There were a couple of Ulster ones, red checkered types and even a 'no to the Maze' fleg, a bit of a relic that one these days. Most pertinently there were literally thousands of concrete flegs, it was almost a throwback to the 3 men and a dog era, although even the dog was missing, but those flegs……. Just acres of flegs, flegs, flegs, flegs, 3x2’s, 2x2’s, 3x1’s….. you could have got any size you wanted, it was like one giant B&Q for flegs. I left the Terrace counting, “2000 and one, 2000 and two, 2000 and 3…….” Oh and by the way we won in Galway and we won in Ravenhill. The following week I would find myself on the Terrace up near the same spot but could hardly find a fleg anywhere, but then again the boys were back in town….. |
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