Vincent Hogan: Meek leinster caricature a faint memory
Published 11/04/2011 | 07:45
Well Doctor Ruth, go figure. Was that a category five hurricane that blew through Dublin on Saturday night or just half the city getting jiggy?
The team that was once an Enid Blyton creation could now make Jackie Collins blush. They hit 49,762 G-spots simultaneously in the Aviva and, through the blur of flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, it was natural to forget about Leinster's friendless, effete past.
They bullied the bullies, you see. Leicester are not, reputedly, the Tigers of old, but that's a bit like saying the atomic bomb has been refined. They are still designed with the purpose of maximum destruction.