Eamonn Sweeney: No-nonsense hero epitomised what made Munster unique

Game One: January 28, 2001. Heineken Cup quarter-final. Thomond Park. Munster 38, Biarritz 29. It was perhaps Anthony Foley's finest hour in the Munster jersey. It may also have been his most untypical. It was a day when the home side cast aside their trademark rigour and parsimony as if determined to show the visitors the French had no monopoly on élan. No one got into the wild and woolly spirit of things better than Munster's No 8.