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Date Posted: 15:49:59 12/09/01 Sun
Author: Alison Halley
Subject: Murrayfield - 2 April 2000

The weather got colder and wetter. The huge English support became quieter and quieter...the chariot swung to a halt.

Hodgie's try brought great cheers and delight, as did his spot-on conversion into the wind and rain. Then there was the endless injury time with the white shirts waking up to the probable loss and pressing desperately for the converted try. Our nerves were unbearable, willing our team on. But we needn't have worried. The dark blue shirts were everywhere in defence - even the hooker making a great tackle to bring down a player pounding towards the try line.

At the final whistle the elation was tangible. Normally reticent Scots hugged the people next to them - then waited for the trophies to be presented. Andy Nicol collected the Calcutta Cup - but where were the winners of the Championship trophy? They never appeared!

My abiding memory, though, was of an elderly man we saw as we left the North Stand. He was slight and stooped and on his own. But his face held an expression of beatific delight - as if reliving the magic moments. Just reward for the many times the stadium had been left to the hurt of defeat by the 'Auld Enemy'.

The rain was turning sleety as we walked away, our saltires drooping - quite unlike our spirits. Miracles do happen!

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