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>I have a PERMANENT and EXPENSIVE reminder of this >game. I listened to it on a short-wave radio set with >the volume turned low. The reason being that it was >still early morning in Riverside California. Oh--and I >was in my then girlfriend's room in the student >accomodation of the University of California, >Riverside, where she was completing a physics Ph D. My >girlfriend was from Peru, and didn't have a bloody >clue what the game was all about. I found later that >the two female Korean students the other side of the >thin partition wall thought that the muffled squawks >and excitement was some sort of orgy! Permanent and >expensive? Well, I was so carried away by a Welsh win >at Twickenham that in a wave of euphoria I asked the >girl to marry me. >There was a sequel to this. I listened to the game >against Ireland--the Triple Crown clincher, in the >same bedroom. Some daft bastard of a student, making a >crafty early morning exit, dropped a lighted cigarette >into a waste paper bin. Fair-sized fire and big panic. >We ignored the shouts to leave the building, until >half a dozen girls burst in and virtually dragged us >out of bed. Rosa, my wife-to-be, kept explaining that >we were engaged, so it wasn't a violation of "moral >ethics" [Catholic upbringing] Me--I'm standing outside >in my underwear, trying to get the college fire men to >understand that my radio was still inside, and the >bloody game wasn't over. >The moral? Never listen to Wales win a game against >England whilst in bed with a woman 20 years younger >than you. If we win--you might have to marry her. [I'm >not complaining!!!]

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