Cardiff must be the best place in the world to watch rugby - a fantastic ground holding 75,000 right in the middle of town that means people can roll out of the pub and into the stadium for the game and then roll out of the stadium and back into the pub again. Some brilliant singing and an All Blacks victory made our day that much better.
We beat the early morning London traffic and were in Cardiff by lunchtime. Trev had obtained a dozen highly prized Speights that we enjoyed on the roof of a carpark in central Cardiff (in between taking stupid photo's). We met a few of the local wobblers in town as well as plenty of friendly kiwi faces and then took our seats. It was a cracker of a game but it may be remembered more for the fact that the Kiwi's didn't do the haka than for any rugby exploits.
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