Dublin & Rugby

The main reason I was in Dublin was to watch the mighty mighty All Blacks play Ireland at the Aviva Stadium. 

As All Black fans we were largely out numbered but we were reasonably confident we had it in the bag even before the game had started.

Oh how wrong we were. At half time Ireland led 22-7 and we resigned to the fact we'd probably not come back to win. The crowd was so alive, celebrating and singing,  but altogether slightly premature. We managed to score a try in overtime, bringing the score to 22-22 and then converted the try to win 24-22. I couldn't help but feel guilty, there were grown men crying around me. 

After the game we were hoping to celebrate at a local pub but the mood was altogether pretty sombre. I settled for meeting some of the boys on the field after the game instead. 

What. A. Game.