When I was 14, my family and I made our annual Christmas trip to Cardiff to see the family. However, this trip would be a little different.
It just so happened that the Australian U-19 rugby team were staying in our hotel, which I may or may not have been a little bit excited about. My brother was very excited too, but maybe for different reasons. He was 12 and had been playing rugby since he was 4 for Marbella Rugby Club. So meeting some hot shot Australian rugby players was a pretty big deal.
As a nosy little boy, he got chatting to one of the players who invited us to watch them play against Wales at Pontypridd RFC. Australia lost miserably but our new rugby friend didn't seem to mind, he even invited us to their post-game party in the club.
My brother stayed in touch with him. We congratulated him when he signed for the Queensland Reds. Then we got to watch him on TV when he started representing Australia internationally.
His name was Quade Cooper. Today I was going to see him play and I was pretty darn excited!
|It looks better today right?|
|Hey, look! Doctor Who is in town to see the rugby too!|
Shopping on a rugby day. Not impressed.
Next issue was food. Food! We hadn't really thought about this one. What does one do when constricted by time?
|What you looking at?|
Lucy guided our breaking hearts to the nearest pub and we proceeded to drown our sorrows.
|Nice jacket bro|
I am going to need to get tickets for the Six Nations now please.