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Date Posted: 05:29:22 03/21/02 Thu
Author: Sian
Subject: At home celebrating

My dad had a chance for tickets but we didn't take them as I was quite ill in the run up to the match. I actually missed the majority of the first half, sick in bed and made to feel worse when I heard my dad and sister scream "OH NO!" very early on into the match. Ah. England have scored I realised. The pull of the match was too much and I stumbled downstairs to watch the rest of the match, feeling pretty terrible.
As soon as I walked into the room I saw the score-line wasn't 100-0 as it had sounded like from the yells of anguish that I had heard. Jenkins kicked a penalty and it was half time. I heard Inverdale say "Can Wales score a try?" to which he was answered very shortly later when Neil Back knocked on from no pressure and Howarth scored from the resulting scrum. In my ill health I still managed a cheer.
The match went on, and somehow we stayed in touch. I remember thinking we had done well to keep the score as it was. As we had that last penalty from Rodber's high challenge, I turned to my dad and said "This is our last chance." The clock went onto 80 minutes as Garin was running up to collect the ball for that lineout.
Like most people, what happened next seemed like slow-motion. Wyatt got the ball, Howley to Quinnell...the ball is fumbled, England pause for a split second and the next thing we knew Gibbs was smashing through. As soon as he got the ball I had this feeling he was through. It was a wonderful try, Gibbs seemed to beat half the English team and to this day I don't know how he managed it. As he was running, I leapt up and yelled along with everyone else and when the players were celebrating I slumped back down feeling ill as in my yelling I had somehow forgotten to breathe! I turned around and saw that my dad had fallen up the stairs, and my sister was leaping around like a loon. My dad locked himself in the toilet when Jenkins took the kick but I knew he'd get it.
Those last few moments were awful - I kept praying and praying that the ref would blow full time.
Eventually he did and we cried for joy. Everyone was on the phone and we were all ecstatic.
These memories are why we follow sport, because for all the doom and gloom, one of these moments is worth it.

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