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Date Posted: 14:53:34 01/17/02 Thu
Author: Backbiter
Subject: Perfect Day

I couldn't go to Wembley as I'd organised a school ski trip to france 18 months earlier, in the days when you only played 5 nations matches in April if there'd been a postponement due to snow or ice, so I had an excuse really.
There we were, 2000 metres up on the French- Italian border, in a cheap hotel staffed by English reps. 60 kids from Cardiff and 7 teachers. And a crate of stella. We supervised the kids vigilantly, of course.
Gibbs's try. One of the best sporting moments ever.
I can still see the throng of kids behind me as the grown-ups went beserk. They were celebrating wildly too but they were also amused and amazed to see us going so mad.
The thing is, though, it wasn't just the try. Within five minutes we had three moments of ecstasy of the sort that come around just once or twice in a decade. The try ....then the match-winning conversion.....then a gut wrenching few minutes of injury time, some cheating by Dawson and an English scrum, an attempted drop goal, a kick to touch... then the whistle to give us the win to end all wins.
That night, in high spirits, one of the kids pushed me over on the ice rink and I cracked my ribs. It hurt like hell, but so what? I still went to bed feeling on top of the world. As we reflected on an unforgettable day over some medicinal irish whiskey,one of the teachers turned to me and said: 'A perfect day', which ended up as the caption on some celebration T-shirts produced by some cheapskate profiteers (not you bern). The thrill of the day was added to by the joy of reading the papers, both the Saturdays and Sundays which previewed the game, and the match reports. Believe me, there was material for another slambusters shirt as the journos made arses of themselves(Quick sample, from Cleary in the Telegraph: 'England will beat Wales tomorrow and will claim the Grand Slam'. No doubt whatsoever. No 'probably'. We had no chance. It was hilarious.
This board is pure Gwlad: sentimental,nostalgic, misty eyed, Welsh to the core.

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