We arrived just in time to purchase beers and fries and run for our seats. Kick off! aaaaaannnd... before my first handful of fries and sip of beer the Wallabies have taken the lead by 10 points. The ozzies around us made sure we'd seen the French get trampled and explained to a high degree of accuracy why the French sucked.
Okay, time to cheer our team on. allez les blues!, allez les blues! ALLEZ LES BLEUS! The Ozzies looked at us, first to make sure we were not Euro-Hooligans and then even start chanting with us. I guess they knew they were going to win.
My wife got into the spirit of it and yelled so loud that Sebastien Chabal -a French Player- looked up at her, smiled and said something to his team mate who looked as well. Without hesitation my wife grabbed her shirt and did the old 'I'm-showing-my-boobs-but-there's-another-t-shirt-underneath'. Now everyone around us is laughing.
My non-patriotic wife stole a yellow scarf just before the 30-3 score saying she had nothing to do with those losers in blue out on the field. That was fun I guess Emmanuelle made about 30 new friends, or at least people that will recognize her in the street.
In the end the French out-sucked a black hole and lost 40-10 being very lucky to get a try in the last minute.
I'm getting tickets for the Oz vs All Black game in September.
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The All Black's rule. Watch the opening ceremony (search on youtube) of these guy's and y'lle get goos bumbs. The Haka is very cool
greetz Stephan
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