I owe brother in law Rich a lot of Beer. When he was offered tickets for the Wales v France climax of the six nations championship did he turn them down because he would be on the snowy slopes of France, no he grabbed those tickets with both hands and passed them on to his Mum and I.
What a fantstic occassion. The last game of the tournament, at the Milleniuum Stadium and the chance to win the Grand Slam. As we took our seats there was a choir competition in full swing lots of 'Sospan Fach' and 'Delilah'; then the national anthems (surely the two most rousing anthems in the six nations). Jen had the national anthem written out phonetically so she could join in. Then the match. The first half, if I'm honest was disappointing, a fairly pedestrian, cagey game. But the second half was fanastic and the crowd came alive. 'Hymns and Artias' echoed around the stadium at every minor advance of the Welsh team. Everyone rose to their feet every time little Shane got hold of the ball and then the try we were all waiting for. A few more exciting moves another try by Martyn Williams and it was all over.
We had seen France play New Zealand at the Millenium stadium in the Quarter Finals of the World Cup. That was the most fantastic atmosphere (we sang 'Allez Les Bleus' till our throats were raw), but seeing Wales win the Grand Slam was something else.
Thanks Rich I owe you.
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