The rumour that we won the match is true. At the lodge the gardener, grinning from ear to ear, told us that at about 10.30 on Wednesday [Monday] night the team came back from Fermoy; and sang and whistled and played mouth-organs all the way to the College, where a host of pyjamas-clad fellows awaited them. Dr. Scannell was, of course, in great humour, and we didn’t do a scrap of work with Dr. Murphy at Latin on account of all the talk about the match. This is only a semi-final, however. Went to the Doctor again for second-last injectment. It is beginning to hurt now. On asking him, he said I could practise for the match if I togged out. Worked very late with all my ex. To-day’s paper says that Abd el Krim is beginning an offensive. I hope he may beat the French out of the country, those land-grabbers, trying to conceal their policy under the guise of authority from ‘League of Nations’ etc. etc.
