Peter Bills: Fawlty Treviso no match for Red blitz
You had to look twice, blink hard and admire the man's style.
There he sat, a Munsterman to the core, beside an empty bottle of Prosecco, his red shirt and top resplendent in the northern Italian winter sun. What's more, he sat at a table out on the grass behind the main stand at the Stadio di Rugby Monigo, as though it were a July day in Cork. But then, when in Treviso . . .
Now Prosecco isn't Bollinger, but the man beside the empty bottle had clearly known something Munster hadn't. The champagne stuff the team produced in the opening 11 minutes simply tore Treviso apart.