In the name of God come down from your ivory towers and find out what is going on, on the ground.
In case you hadn’t noticed there is a pandemic, people are dying from Covid 19, truth be told some people are probably dying from loneliness.
The world as we all know went into super lockdown and everything stopped.
However, Covid didn’t go away and we have had to find ways around the situation.
The RFU went to great lengths to create a bubble for everyone so that you guys could play and we could watch the England vs Barbarians game.
My rugby club holds hundreds, there were sixty, yes sixty socially distanced seats available on Sunday to watch the match.
Sixty, can you imagine the impact on the bar takings? Clubs up and down the country are teetering on a knife edge financially and were relying on that income to keep the wolf from the door for another few months.
I personally have had the longest lock down ever, I was diagnosed with breast cancer last September I then rolled from a lumpectomy into utterly vile chemo followed by radiotherapy, I finished the day they locked us down. I have an underlying heart condition so have shielded quite hard.
I took a long time to assess and weigh up the risk of going to the club and decided that it was worth the risk to watch a match see friends from a distance.
In the meantime you guys decided that a few drinks were worth undoing all the work of the RFU, and pi**ing on rugby supporters up and down the country, from what I hear you weren’t even discreet about it. Not once, but twice.
There is an Irish saying:
Deoch isteach, chiall amach.
Drink in – sense out.
Unless you were drinking in camp pre your decision you didn’t even have that excuse when you slithered out of your bubble and ruined so much.
I could go on at length about how let down I feel and how I thought that rugby was different and how you have brought the game into disrepute, but I won’t I will close by saying shame on you all.
And to Fergus Mc Fadden I am embarrassed that you ever wore a Leinster jersey, so to you I say
Mo naire thú. (This is Irish for shame on you, but has quite a harsh guttural delivery, I might prick his conscience.)