English language at the bottom of this post.
En las últimas semanas he ido publicando esta serie de posavasos de Guinness sobre los equipos británicos de rugby. Me quedaban por publicar los de Irlanda. Este año Irlanda no ha hecho nada destacable, ni bueno ni malo en el Seis Naciones y, por ello, se han quedado para el final.
En las últimas semanas he ido publicando esta serie de posavasos de Guinness sobre los equipos británicos de rugby. Me quedaban por publicar los de Irlanda. Este año Irlanda no ha hecho nada destacable, ni bueno ni malo en el Seis Naciones y, por ello, se han quedado para el final.
Sin embargo el rugby irlandés tiene para mi especial significado. Tuve ocasión de pisar la hierba de Lansdowne Road. Me acompañaba mi hijo mayor, que jugaba de tres (las lesiones le han sacado del juego) y todos sabíamos que tras ese viaje se emanciparía y sería difícil repetir. Así ha sido. Al año siguiente tiraron el estadio, pero en nuestro recuerdo queda un irlandés amabilísimo que nos enseñó el estadio sabiendo que éramos un españoles raros enamorados del rugby. Salimos toda la familia cantando Ireland´s Call circulando por la derecha hasta que un coche nos devolvió a la realidad y al carril izquierdo camino de Glendalough.
In recent weeks I have been publishing this Set of Guinness beermats on the British rugby teams. I remained to publish Ireland. This year Ireland has done nothing notable, neither good nor bad in the Six Nations, and therefore they have stayed to the end.
However the Irish rugby has to my special meaning. I had the opportunity of stepping on the grass of Lansdowne Road. I accompanied my eldest son, who played three (injuries have removed from the game) and we all knew that after that trip he will leave our home and it would be difficult to repeat. This has been. The following year they threw the stadium, but in our memory is a benignly Irish man who taught us the stadium knowing that we were a rare Spanish rugby lovers. all my family left the stadium singing Ireland´s Call circulating on the right hand until a car returned us to reality and to the left hand lane. in the way to Glendalough
In recent weeks I have been publishing this Set of Guinness beermats on the British rugby teams. I remained to publish Ireland. This year Ireland has done nothing notable, neither good nor bad in the Six Nations, and therefore they have stayed to the end.
However the Irish rugby has to my special meaning. I had the opportunity of stepping on the grass of Lansdowne Road. I accompanied my eldest son, who played three (injuries have removed from the game) and we all knew that after that trip he will leave our home and it would be difficult to repeat. This has been. The following year they threw the stadium, but in our memory is a benignly Irish man who taught us the stadium knowing that we were a rare Spanish rugby lovers. all my family left the stadium singing Ireland´s Call circulating on the right hand until a car returned us to reality and to the left hand lane. in the way to Glendalough
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