As a young man in the 70s I well remember the men in red shirts with ridiculous facial hair that dominated British rugby, and didn't the Welsh let us know all about it.
So today I had seriously torn loyalties, Australia or Wales?
Fortunately the decision was taken out of my hands. After a morning wreathed in freezing fog at Southglade (remember Southglade?) I went home, had my soup and fell asleep in front of the gas fire. Sometimes middle-aged sloth has it's good side.
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