1 + 1 = 2
By Munchkin
November 24 2008
I am two years old and two is a very significant number to me at the moment. Mummy and I (the two of us in my family) went with Foggy-Balla and AlecW (two of my favourite grown-ups along with Mummy and “Auntie” Trouble) to see London Irish play Saracens yesterday.
November 24 2008
I am two years old and two is a very significant number to me at the moment. Mummy and I (the two of us in my family) went with Foggy-Balla and AlecW (two of my favourite grown-ups along with Mummy and “Auntie” Trouble) to see London Irish play Saracens yesterday.
It was supposed to be about two degrees Celsius, or it felt like it anyway, so Mummy dressed me in my ski pants and jacket and put the bigger of my two London Irish jerseys on over top of it so everyone could see I support London Irish. I had brought my crayons and my paints to help me write a match report because they’re my favourite two things to use to draw… In a little less than two weeks’ time, I’m going to Dax for my first London Irish match outside the UK (I’ve seen them play at two “home” locations, in Sunbury and at Madejski Stadium, and at two “away” grounds, in Northampton and at the Stoop) and I’ll get to see two matches that weekend too – we’re going to see Dax versus London Irish on the Friday and then Aviron Bayonnais versus Saracens on the Saturday night. I’ll get to go on a plane two times, to get there and back. It was good to see both teams play yesterday so I know who to cheer for – including Tom Homer, who wore 11 on his back to show that he would score 1 try in the first half and 1 try in the second half (1 + 1 = 2) to help London Irish beat Saracens 27 – 14.
Mummy had some friends over after the England – Springboks match on Saturday night and we had such fun, I went to bed really late - about 9pm! I didn’t wake up until Mummy insisted I get out of bed at 10:15am Sunday so Mummy was in a big hurry when she got me dressed. Mummy had her ski pants on because she said she didn’t want to freeze at the Madejski ever again so she put mine on too. I was toasty warm! I didn’t have enough time to eat breakfast at home because there were engineering works on the tube and we had to take a taxi to get to Paddington. I hailed the taxi (Foggy says it shows I grew up in Chelsea but I don’t live there any more now I’m a big boy) and told the driver I wanted to see Paddington Bear. He knew just where to go, but Paddington Bear was surrounded by barriers and there were lots of bottles of Brasso in a tray next to him so I didn't get to cuddle him. Mummy said Paddington was having a bath but I didn’t see any rubber ducks. I will have to lend him one of mine.
We got breakfast baguettes and got on the train where AlecW had saved seats for us. I sat next to Alec and scoffed the baguette and some raisins and drank my apple juice. Mummy, Foggy and Alec drank something fizzy (I think it was wine. I like juice better so I didn’t have any) in Winnie-the-Pooh plastic cups left over from my birthday party – they said it was possible to come second in the GP if Irish won so they were hoping for a good game. Me, I like to dance in the Cowshed and bash on the drums, but it’s fun watching rugby too.
We got off the train and met lots of people at the Three Guineas. I ate a banana and drank some more juice. It’s just as well I still wear nappies or Mummy would miss lots of the match taking me to the loo after all this juice!!! Most people were disappointed about England losing to South Africa on Saturday – Mummy had dressed me in my England rugby jersey but it didn’t help. She only put it on so I could spill something on it so Foggy can’t make me wear it on Saturday when Mummy goes to see England play the All Blacks – I will be wearing my All Blacks clothes then.
We left the Three Guineas in time to get pasties and get on the bus to the MadStad, where we met lots more friends. Mummy wanted to go to the hotel bar to see Chris & Robbi and everyone else but I wanted to go and dance in the Cowshed so I dragged Foggy outside (he likes to go outside to smoke anyway) and he rang Mummy and said we must go to hear the band. We stopped so I could cuddle my friend Digger, then off we went.
I’m so glad they finally listened to me. I saw my friend PANSY, who had a butterfly painted on her face. It looked very pretty but Mummy says the paints are bad for my eczema so I’m not allowed them. The band was playing very loud and everyone else was standing back from the stage but I like to dance so I had lots of space to show everyone my moves. JD and the Longfellows was a good band and I especially liked the blonde who sang some of the songs. She had her hair in two bunches at the back which just goes to show, two is a good thing! She thought I was cute too, because she got her camera out and took a photo of me dancing.
Caimh came onto the stage with Peter Richards, who had hurt his wrist and wore a cast. They talked about the match and reminded everyone London Irish could get to second on the table by winning, then Caimh asked Bisach about Nick Kennedy scoring a try for London Irish and was very pleased when Bisach got it right and gave him some money. The band came back on and I danced some more then it was time to go and bash on the drums.
We sat just in front of the drummers and someone gave Foggy-Balla a drum of his own and some drumsticks so I spent most of the match borrowing his sticks so I could hit the drums. The boys next to us had drums and I brought my tambourine from home and a booster seat so I could see the match. Mummy got the crayons out for me (she left the paints in her bag) and I started making notes.
London Irish scored first, 3 points for a penalty. Mummy says they always score when she goes to the loo so I think she should drink more on match days. Saracens got a penalty and made it 3 – 3, but that was ok because really soon after that Tom Homer scored his first try, so it was 8 -3. Griff shouted at Tom that he should score under the posts next time, even before Peter Hewat missed the conversion. I was bashing away on the drums and I think the people in the West Stand who frown about the drums not being in time must’ve been frowning extra specially hard but I was having lots of fun.
All of the grown-ups were getting grumpy with the referee and touch judges, who didn’t seem to notice Saracens coming off their feet and Mummy spent most of the game muttering about crossing… I bashed the drums some more to try to put off the Saracens’ line out but it didn’t work. They kept throwing to the back because they could see Nick Kennedy at the start of our line out. Saracens even scored a try but didn’t convert it either so it was 8 – 8 then they went ahead 8 - 11 with a penalty kick before half time.
After we got some hot chocolate and a Mars bar (Mummy doesn’t normally let me have chocolate so I scoffed it before she could change her mind), the second half had already started. It was very scrappy and I got quite tired because I’d normally have a nap so I didn’t watch all of it. Mummy says London Irish equalised with a penalty then went ahead with a try by Richard Thorpe to make it 16 – 11. Saracens came back with another penalty though to make it 16 – 14 and everyone was very worried because then Chris Halu’ufia was sinbinned but then London Irish got a penalty. Mummy wanted Irish to go for the corner but Foggy was right, they took a kick at goal and scored three points (19 – 14) so Saracens would’ve had to have scored a try to go ahead again. Lucky for us, the referee finally saw Saracens crossing (just when they would’ve scored a try too!) and told them off. London Irish got a penalty and that made it 22 – 14 so Saracens would need a converted try and another score but even better, Tom Homer scored another try and that made it 27 – 14 and not only did Irish win, Saracens didn’t get a bonus point so all the Irish fans were very happy…
Apart from me, that is, I was exhausted from bashing the drums and Mummy wouldn’t let me go back into the Cowshed to flirt with the pretty blonde in the band any more so we fought the very cold rain to go to the hotel bar to find AlecW and then I kissed everyone bye-bye and got on the bus back to the station, got on a train and ate supper. I got to cuddle Paddington Bear who was all shiny clean after his bath and then I fell asleep in the taxi home. Mummy is very good at undressing me when I’m asleep so she had my shoes, socks, Irish jersey, coat and ski pants off before I woke up when she took my top off so she could put me in my pyjamas and gave me a bottle of house white to help me sleep (it’s our little joke. I like my milk!) and I said “Irish win, Mummy. Go see Irish plane Dax” and Mummy said “Yes, baby, now go back to sleep…”
I’m not a baby, I’m two. Nick Kennedy has two tries (one for England, one for London Irish). Tom Homer has two tries for London Irish. London Irish is at place number two in the Premiership. Rugby is a game of two halves. Two is good.
Editors Note: for those who prefer a pictorial representation of the match, check out this thread.
Mummy had some friends over after the England – Springboks match on Saturday night and we had such fun, I went to bed really late - about 9pm! I didn’t wake up until Mummy insisted I get out of bed at 10:15am Sunday so Mummy was in a big hurry when she got me dressed. Mummy had her ski pants on because she said she didn’t want to freeze at the Madejski ever again so she put mine on too. I was toasty warm! I didn’t have enough time to eat breakfast at home because there were engineering works on the tube and we had to take a taxi to get to Paddington. I hailed the taxi (Foggy says it shows I grew up in Chelsea but I don’t live there any more now I’m a big boy) and told the driver I wanted to see Paddington Bear. He knew just where to go, but Paddington Bear was surrounded by barriers and there were lots of bottles of Brasso in a tray next to him so I didn't get to cuddle him. Mummy said Paddington was having a bath but I didn’t see any rubber ducks. I will have to lend him one of mine.
We got breakfast baguettes and got on the train where AlecW had saved seats for us. I sat next to Alec and scoffed the baguette and some raisins and drank my apple juice. Mummy, Foggy and Alec drank something fizzy (I think it was wine. I like juice better so I didn’t have any) in Winnie-the-Pooh plastic cups left over from my birthday party – they said it was possible to come second in the GP if Irish won so they were hoping for a good game. Me, I like to dance in the Cowshed and bash on the drums, but it’s fun watching rugby too.
We got off the train and met lots of people at the Three Guineas. I ate a banana and drank some more juice. It’s just as well I still wear nappies or Mummy would miss lots of the match taking me to the loo after all this juice!!! Most people were disappointed about England losing to South Africa on Saturday – Mummy had dressed me in my England rugby jersey but it didn’t help. She only put it on so I could spill something on it so Foggy can’t make me wear it on Saturday when Mummy goes to see England play the All Blacks – I will be wearing my All Blacks clothes then.
We left the Three Guineas in time to get pasties and get on the bus to the MadStad, where we met lots more friends. Mummy wanted to go to the hotel bar to see Chris & Robbi and everyone else but I wanted to go and dance in the Cowshed so I dragged Foggy outside (he likes to go outside to smoke anyway) and he rang Mummy and said we must go to hear the band. We stopped so I could cuddle my friend Digger, then off we went.
I’m so glad they finally listened to me. I saw my friend PANSY, who had a butterfly painted on her face. It looked very pretty but Mummy says the paints are bad for my eczema so I’m not allowed them. The band was playing very loud and everyone else was standing back from the stage but I like to dance so I had lots of space to show everyone my moves. JD and the Longfellows was a good band and I especially liked the blonde who sang some of the songs. She had her hair in two bunches at the back which just goes to show, two is a good thing! She thought I was cute too, because she got her camera out and took a photo of me dancing.
Caimh came onto the stage with Peter Richards, who had hurt his wrist and wore a cast. They talked about the match and reminded everyone London Irish could get to second on the table by winning, then Caimh asked Bisach about Nick Kennedy scoring a try for London Irish and was very pleased when Bisach got it right and gave him some money. The band came back on and I danced some more then it was time to go and bash on the drums.
We sat just in front of the drummers and someone gave Foggy-Balla a drum of his own and some drumsticks so I spent most of the match borrowing his sticks so I could hit the drums. The boys next to us had drums and I brought my tambourine from home and a booster seat so I could see the match. Mummy got the crayons out for me (she left the paints in her bag) and I started making notes.
London Irish scored first, 3 points for a penalty. Mummy says they always score when she goes to the loo so I think she should drink more on match days. Saracens got a penalty and made it 3 – 3, but that was ok because really soon after that Tom Homer scored his first try, so it was 8 -3. Griff shouted at Tom that he should score under the posts next time, even before Peter Hewat missed the conversion. I was bashing away on the drums and I think the people in the West Stand who frown about the drums not being in time must’ve been frowning extra specially hard but I was having lots of fun.
All of the grown-ups were getting grumpy with the referee and touch judges, who didn’t seem to notice Saracens coming off their feet and Mummy spent most of the game muttering about crossing… I bashed the drums some more to try to put off the Saracens’ line out but it didn’t work. They kept throwing to the back because they could see Nick Kennedy at the start of our line out. Saracens even scored a try but didn’t convert it either so it was 8 – 8 then they went ahead 8 - 11 with a penalty kick before half time.
After we got some hot chocolate and a Mars bar (Mummy doesn’t normally let me have chocolate so I scoffed it before she could change her mind), the second half had already started. It was very scrappy and I got quite tired because I’d normally have a nap so I didn’t watch all of it. Mummy says London Irish equalised with a penalty then went ahead with a try by Richard Thorpe to make it 16 – 11. Saracens came back with another penalty though to make it 16 – 14 and everyone was very worried because then Chris Halu’ufia was sinbinned but then London Irish got a penalty. Mummy wanted Irish to go for the corner but Foggy was right, they took a kick at goal and scored three points (19 – 14) so Saracens would’ve had to have scored a try to go ahead again. Lucky for us, the referee finally saw Saracens crossing (just when they would’ve scored a try too!) and told them off. London Irish got a penalty and that made it 22 – 14 so Saracens would need a converted try and another score but even better, Tom Homer scored another try and that made it 27 – 14 and not only did Irish win, Saracens didn’t get a bonus point so all the Irish fans were very happy…
Apart from me, that is, I was exhausted from bashing the drums and Mummy wouldn’t let me go back into the Cowshed to flirt with the pretty blonde in the band any more so we fought the very cold rain to go to the hotel bar to find AlecW and then I kissed everyone bye-bye and got on the bus back to the station, got on a train and ate supper. I got to cuddle Paddington Bear who was all shiny clean after his bath and then I fell asleep in the taxi home. Mummy is very good at undressing me when I’m asleep so she had my shoes, socks, Irish jersey, coat and ski pants off before I woke up when she took my top off so she could put me in my pyjamas and gave me a bottle of house white to help me sleep (it’s our little joke. I like my milk!) and I said “Irish win, Mummy. Go see Irish plane Dax” and Mummy said “Yes, baby, now go back to sleep…”
I’m not a baby, I’m two. Nick Kennedy has two tries (one for England, one for London Irish). Tom Homer has two tries for London Irish. London Irish is at place number two in the Premiership. Rugby is a game of two halves. Two is good.
Editors Note: for those who prefer a pictorial representation of the match, check out this thread.
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Posted by: The Craic www.londonirish.org (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 13:04
1 + 1 = 2
Re: 1 + 1 = 2
Posted by: AMS (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 13:11
That's my boy!
He had a lovely time.
He says we should also say thank you to the boys with the drums, who were very kind about sharing them with the Munchkin.
He had a lovely time.
He says we should also say thank you to the boys with the drums, who were very kind about sharing them with the Munchkin.
Re: 1 + 1 = 2
Posted by: MadMonk (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 14:07
Quote:Why do grownups always do that? I am cold so you have to wear extra clothesMunchkin
Mummy had her ski pants on because she said she didn’t want to freeze at the Madejski ever again so she put mine on too.
Re: 1 + 1 = 2
Posted by: AMS (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 16:27
You're right about that, MadMonk.
I used to have bitter arguments (until I learned they were unwinnable) with my parents about being made to wear things so I didn't get cold. I didn't start to feel the cold till I turned 30.
Another one I'd always fight was the "You're tired so I'm putting you to bed"...
Maybe we should do the reverse of a "Grumpy Old Men" thread and the "things your parents/teachers make you do that just aren't fair" thread!!!
I used to have bitter arguments (until I learned they were unwinnable) with my parents about being made to wear things so I didn't get cold. I didn't start to feel the cold till I turned 30.
Another one I'd always fight was the "You're tired so I'm putting you to bed"...
Maybe we should do the reverse of a "Grumpy Old Men" thread and the "things your parents/teachers make you do that just aren't fair" thread!!!
Re: 1 + 1 = 2
Posted by: Eek_the_Weeble (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 19:53
Ah! Makes what was very dull match (for the most part) seem bearable reading it through such unjaundiced eyes.
Ta Munchkin (and mum who possibly helped with the full stops)
Ta Munchkin (and mum who possibly helped with the full stops)
Re: 1 + 1 = 2
Posted by: Props are not stupid (IP Logged)
Date: 24/11/2008 22:38
Munchkin,
You may have to edit the title of your match report once the new VAT comes into place, as it will be 15% instead if 17.5%.
I am sure you should be able to work that out.
Otherwise, nicely done!
PS: PANSY says hello.
You may have to edit the title of your match report once the new VAT comes into place, as it will be 15% instead if 17.5%.
I am sure you should be able to work that out.
Otherwise, nicely done!
PS: PANSY says hello.
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