I would say its kind of like Romeo and Juliet Ireland style.
Cal is a young Catholic man involved with the IRA (Irish Republican Army) living in Belfast during the time of the troubles. On assignment one night he is the getaway driver for the murder of a protestant police officer.
Enter guilty conscious.
To make matters more interesting, Cal proceeds to fall in the with the widow of the police officer he helped killed.... Now if that isn't start-crossed lovers I don't know what is.
I won't ruin the ending, but let's just say it did not end with "and they all lived happily ever after."
The rest of the day entailed the second Eurocup game, Ireland vs. Spain. Even though we (and all of Ireland) knew the green army didn't really have a prayer of winning, we traded our Rugby shirts in for soccer ones and were off to Rody Bollands.
Much better, wouldn't you agree? |
Paddy didn't quite get the green army memo. |
We bonded over how to pronounce ol' Donny's name. Donal quickly corrected our Indiana accents when we pronounced it like "Donald" without the final -d. After a quick lesson we got it and now every time we walk by he greats us by name.
The game went as expected, but you would never know they lost based on the audience. The pubs were still packed; everyone was still dressed in their best green army attire, and at 89 minutes the pub started chanting, "You'll never beat the Irish!"
The score was 4-0.
I think their unwavering confidence may have been directed in a few other areas.
Seeing that this was a common shirt worn to the Eurocup games....
Even with the loss, it was deadly!
No we didn't wear these out of the apartment....
Tomorrow I'll be planning my first weekend trip.... we'll see how that goes! Wish me luck!
Until tomorrow...
Cheers,
Becca :)
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