Munster madness

The powers that be conspired against the Munster fans at the weekend, at least those travelling into Cork Airport.

While the victory against Toulouse was terrific the trip home by plane was a nightmare. We got home at 3am, having set out for Cork airport nearly twenty four hours earlier and they called it a day trip!

Its bad enough checking in at Cork airport at 4.30 am (there was a time when I was only going to bed then) but arriving outside the Millennium stadium on a bus at 7.15 in the morning is a bit OTT. But nobody minded what with the prospect of the match ten hours later.

Half a dozen or so other intrepid Munster scouts also found the plaza and the slowest most leisurely breakfast followed. 10am and we’re still at the table !. My son and I headed off to the movies to see the latest Indiana Jones movie and then on to the match.

The game was great, apart from nearly having my head lopped off by a cheering fan with a rogue punch, but the home coming was horrible and while it was no fault of the travel agents it could not have been orchestrated any worse if it was planned, which it wasn’t.

The cops wouldn’t release the buses keeping fans waiting three hours on the side of the road. Who gives them the right to do this in the first place?

When we finally did move it was only to a big field about half a mile from the worst airport in the world.

Cardiff international airport is not capable of handling volume , in fact the city shouldn’t even have a stadium of that size, it can’t handle the crowds.

We got home by 3 am, another plane didn’t leave till 8 am, leaving the young and the old lying on the airport floor through the night. I can only imagine how people would have felt had Munster lost.

I can say this now, I hate sporting day trips, I only endure them because my son is a sports nut. I hope to never ever travel on one again, if I’m a good boy maybe I never will.