At half time at Murrayfield, with Edinburgh a lucky 10-8 ahead against a robust Connacht, and a man down, (though the wrong man at that, Ben Cairns having sent to the sin bin for a Simon Webster misdemeanour ), I was bracing myself for another tough and tight tussle with an uncertain outcome. But if Andy Robertson could bottle what he said in the dressing room, he would be a rich man! For the first 20-25 minutes we played like a dream, passing, tackling and hitting hard. what a joy to watch. Things began to crumble when the inevitable changes came with 20 minutes to go and the team began to loose it shape, but hey, who cares, a 38-8 win on a freezing Friday in March is a great result in anyone's book!
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