Poetic justice to win World Cup
SATURDAY, November 2, 2019. Ireland wins the Rugby World Cup in Japan, 17 years after Roy Keane and Saipan. You’d say it was poetic, if you hadn’t sat next to a rugby team stag party on a flight to Ibiza once, and realised that poetry isn’t really their thing.
We will beat England in the final. Forget about the action on the pitch — all we want is a shot of a furious Prince Harry in the stand muttering “text the Royal jet” to his brother. Hopefully they’ll be dressed in fake armour with a St George’s Cross on the front. Rory Best and Co will bring the trophy home and everyone will try and send their kids to feepaying schools because that’s the best way to get a game for Leinster.
Or maybe they won’t. Having watched the collisions, people might decide to send their kids elsewhere. Just as we climb to the pinnacle of the game, rugby heads into terminal decline.