Saturday saw quite a few things happening in Dublin. Not least was the visit of the South African rugby team. I’ll refrain from calling them by the proud name of S-boks because the team that arrived didn’t play at all like that team! I mean, that team beat the All Blacks at last encounter.
So, I’m not even going to tell you that I was at the game together with Junior Son. Senior Son and Ex-Fergie Lover were working (at the stadium) so they were there as well. I’m also not going to tell you that it was our first ever visit to the Aviva to watch a game. I’m also not going to tell you that it was the first time I’ve been fortunate enough to see the once proud SA team outside of SA!!
What I will tell you is that we left home not long after 7 am in the morning, unsure at that stage if we would have tickets for the game. So, the plan was for me to drop the boys at the stadium and then collect Junior Son at the end of his shift at about 2:30 pm. If we had tickets we would stay in town for the game, if not, we’d head home to watch on TV.
OK… let me get on with the tale… I spent hours in the great Irish weather chasing photos. Nothing new there at all. I came away with so many good photos that I’ll keep going for a few days with some of the best but for now I’ll show you the opening ceremony… that was the last time the SA team seemed to be together!
Guess what? I have to face all the Irish lads and lasses at the office today!! Not very many gave the Irish team a quarter chance to win so as one of the few Saffers on site I’m going to take one almighty hammering today and for the rest of eternity… until the real Springboks turn up again to repair the damage!
PS – Thanks to Senior Son and his accomplices for rooting out tickets… some feat, as the game was a sell out well in advance!
PSS – The weather opened up an hour or so before the game… the clouds disappeared, not a drop of rain fell… chilly but bright!
PSSS!! Yes, last but most importantly, MOST!! Happy birthday Junior Son!!! Yer pappy and all the family love you!!!!