I had an ominous feeling about Munster's match in Toulon all week. At the pub Friday, I talked to a buddy, a Munster fan, about it and he seemed confident nonetheless. "The French sides are flaky," he said. Such is Munster's track record that few would doubt them in a raucous French stadium against one of the richest clubs in world rugby, a club baying for blood after losing to Munster in Limerick late last year. When Toulon's owner, a comic book magnate, started talking trash about Munster being owned by the IMF last month, I sensed Toulon would be up for it. (Donnacha O'Callaghan's mercenary comments didn't do much good.) And so they were. The Munster dream dies where it started in the south of France. Invincibility was fun while it last lasted.