The Irish in Dublin are so nice

Yujiro Samurai Taniyama, Travel correspondent 

 

Guinness beer was my breakfast.

And it was mouthwatering indeed, even for a ‘pussy drinker’ like myself. In a city where impeccable writer Oscar Wilde was born and grew up, I dived into a ‘real’ Irish pub at 8 in the morning to watch the crucial game between Ireland and Scotland.

The former won decisively by 27-3.

At this point, nobody in Republic of Ireland had ever dreamt that they would succumb to Japan, or the famous Brexit would happen to say the least.

But the former soon became a reality.

 

A weird and an erratic feeling it was, viewing a rugby match that was held on home soil in the land of ‘foe’. But the benevolent descendants of geniuses Wilde, Yates and Bernard Shaw surely made the ‘gaijin’ (outsider from foreign land)  with Asian look feel home and cozy.

As a ‘provocative prophet’, I bowed deeply like a stereotype Japanese and thanked the great Irishman in the photo after the Dubliners had prevailed that early morning. To my disbelief, the victors were drinking like fish even before the game ended.

 

Creamy Guinness, creamy life!

 

Zoo Me-methane (Sumimasen)

 

Y

 

 

‘Sorry Scotland, Sorry Ireland Tour’ begins! Japan will top Group A! | World Cup Rugby 2019

Samurai Yujiro Taniyama, War Correspondent – Japan Broadcasting.net

 

‘Otento-Summer-Ga-Mitter-Loo’ (お天道さまがみてる)

Well,  this is an old, popular Japanese proverb that irrefutably means ‘Gods are watching’ . And surely, he is. According to Shinto(神道), our indigenous way of life, there are some 8 million Gods in the Land of the Rising Sun. The legendary Anime director Miyazaki Hayao’s Academy Awards winning mind-blowing masterpiece, ‘Spirited Away’ depicts that concept beautifully in the film, so please take a look.

And surely, our Gods will be watching the ‘Rugby World Cup 2019 Japan’, which will kick off in just less than two weeks, on the September 20th. As a war correspondent, I am more than thrilled, because Rugby is definitely a war per se, but just that they don’t use the Russian AK47 machine-guns. But instead, the 200cm monstrous field players use the very best of their minds, muscles and tactics a human nature can offer.

 

‘Sorry Scotland, Sorry Ireland Tour’

Held just once every four years, this ‘global event’ (but only in the West, as well as the southern hemisphere. Asians aren’t bothered, but the Japanese) must be cherished and overjoyed to our maximum capability. So I’ve decided to fly to London, Edinburgh and Dublin and ‘declare Rugby wars’ on the founders and the frontrunners of the sport.

Nevertheless, England is Japan’s amicable friend. Since they are in Group C, while Tokyo is in Group A.

Therefore, my hypothetical enemy is the mighty Scots and the Irish – both in the same group as ours. They are indisputably stronger than the host team, and the 127 million Japanese have unanimously reached the conclusion that ‘we must lead our two biggest foes to the state of drunken stupor’ prior to the kick off.

So here comes I, the ‘chosen’ war correspondent, weak as hell with Sake, wine and beer, on a divine mission to invade the pubs and streets in the United Kingdom and Ireland. And I have decided to label this secret mission, “Sorry Scotland, Sorry Ireland Tour”. Dublin is a top ranked team, Edinburgh is 9th, and Tokyo comes after that in current world rankings. However, it goes without saying that they will outclass the host unless some kind of an inexplicable fluke, or a miracle happens.

‘Miracle of Brighton’, sort of. Nobody had expected that the venerable Samurais would prevail over one of the most outstanding teams on the planet, yes, the legend Nelson Mandela’s team Springboks 34-32.

But the Gods were watching. As it happened.

JPN 23 – Scotland 19.

JPN 50 – Ireland 18.

The above are my baseless, and wishful predictions when the three parties shall clash on September 28th and October 13th.

I must confess that my biggest liability is that the Scots and the Irish are allegedly super tough drinkers when it comes to alcohol. They can gulp vodka like a beer, faster than the bloody Russians maybe. On the contrary, the fake ‘war correspondent’ is tantamount to a British junior high school 8th grader whose been consuming beer since the age of 12.

And lastly, if by any chance you find a hallucinated oriental thug swimming facedown in the background alleys of Rugby or Galway near a local pub, I’m probably the one.

Please call the ambulance, please.

Oh, should you also visit Nippon to view the exhilarating matches, please do try the brilliant local beers. Not the piss-water to say the least, sir.

Good rugby, good life.

Arigato Gozaim-Ass.