Leinster Fan's View: Leinster fans face a dilemma on the 23rd. Where to park the BMW X5 (Affluence, with a capital AFF)

Where, oh where, indeed. With the place full of Massey Fergusons and Zetors up from Munster, the spaces handed down by our Gordon's-swigging alickadoo fathers will be occupied by all manner of agricultural machinery . . . what to do?

Then there are those within our midst. We all suspected something was amiss when Tesco started running regular three-for-99-cent promotions on turnips. We soon got confirmation of what we all suspected: there were Turnipstani fifth columnists and sleepers in our midst. The inhabitants of Limerick and Cork, were, as we all suspected, revolting.

And, of course, there are the bandwagon jumpers. GAA heads from Turnipstan and worst of all, Leinster-born Munster "supporters", keen to join the ligindry band of "best supporters in the world". This despicable species are identifiable by the raised collars on their pristine new Munster shirts.

Well, in fairness, who's to argue with the "best supporters" tag? After all, they are the fifth-best-supported team in the Celtic League and a reasonably close second to Leinster's European Cup average gates over the 2002-2006 period.

But boy do they sing . . . well not at a game versus the Borders obviously, since week-in-week-out support is not actually required for ligindry status . . . but when the bandwagon rolls on to San Sebastian, the hairs on the back of the neck really rise when you hear The Fields. You'd almost believe it was a Munster song.

Okay, okay, so the best supporters in the world can't be bothered to show up for a cold Friday night game with the Borders. Fair enough. But then there's the travelling support.

Yep, they travel in thousands to such backwaters as San Sebastian, Toulouse and Castres, the sacrifice paining them as they sit in the town square, sunning themselves in 25-degree heat, sipping cold beer and wondering why the referee didn't blow the whistle at 35 minutes as the left full forward flew down the wing.

You can understand it really, though, given Munster have been so successful in the European Cup. Oh, hang on, they haven't actually won it, have they? Never mind that the Gringos from north of the Border picked it up years ago, the Munster Ligind is undeniable.

Sure, didn't they beat an uninterested touring All Blacks team in a meaningless friendly back in the amateur days?

Not really sure why that's a big deal. After all we were the only team to beat Andrew Slack's Grand Slam-winning Wallabies in 1983-84. Do we crow on about it? Nope - it was only a friendly.

But then there's the mythical spirit of the team. Hmm, wasn't this the team that choked the 2000 final against a patched-up Northampton Saints?

Didn't see much of the mythical spirit on New Year's Eve in the RDS either, and didn't hear a dicky bird out of the ligindry fans. Maybe they were worried about getting back to sow their turnip crops? Or perhaps who was going to show up at the upcoming Blackrock College reunion? Who knows?

Yep, I enjoyed that game. And I'm looking forward to the game on Sunday. Sure, we might even decide to maul them over from the halfway line (as distinct from the 22) for the first try.

But then it's back to running rugby. Knoxy's game plan. The game-plan that saw Disco Den Hickie touch down from a move started by a Girv the Swerve turnover close to our goal-line in Toulouse. A move inspired by the sheer brilliance of a man Declan Kidney wouldn't play last year, Felipe.

But there again, when you have so many backline options it is admittedly difficult to choose, and you can become confused. Let's face it, when you end up putting Shane Jennings on the wing, there's pretty strong evidence of confusion, even a touch of insanity.

Checks and Knoxy play rugby the way it should be played. No slow-moving mauls grinding out mud-drenched yards, but free-flowing, open, champagne rugby.

Ah, that reminds me. I have a bottle of Bollinger on ice. Will I save it till Sunday? Nah, I'll drink it now. After all, I am a Leinster fan. That's what we do.

Allez les Bleus!