It felt like
a hot summer night in Brisbane, and it certainly is a long way from home,
but the now travel hardened Bluebirds DownUnder members and visitors were
more than up for the challenge of day drinking in close proximity to the
English (there were at least 3 English for every Welshman there but as
we all know 1 Welshman is better than four Englishmen (at least) no one
seemed to care – well, we didn’t anyway. The
day kicked off outside the Caxton Hotel close to the ground. (The Caxton
Hotel is now on the Bluebirds DownUnder banned Drinking hole list but
more of that later.)
early arrival from Sydney had ensured that the Bluebirds DownUnder flag
had pride of place on the hotel verandah, and the lads were in good spirit
as they prepared for a long hard day of drinking leading up to the game.
Leigh is not too sure about the English infiltrator standing next to him.
It’s ok Leigh, that’s Nan, Jools young lady, and he’s working
on her……to convert her I mean……to being Welsh of course…what
did you think I meant?
As the day
progressed most pleasurably, we were joined by these charming young ladies.
I think the one in the middle is a jockey. She was definitely a good sort
anyway, with lovely hand movements.
We were especially
pleased to welcome Hong Kong resident Kevin a Bluebirds Season ticket
holder originally from Cardiff and visiting Australia for the Rugby World
Cup. Here he is pictured with Bluebirds DownUnder Brisbane organiser Dave
Sansom from Newport and Bluebirds DownUnder New Zealand organiser Leigh
Davies from Merthyr. After
a slight disagreement with the management of the Caxton Hotel and several
Rambo-esque Queensland Neanderthal bouncers the Bluebirds DownUnder captain
and 20 or so Bluebirds DownUnder lads made a dignified exit from the Caxton
and repaired to a top little pub across the road which was full of Welsh
and a lot more fun than the Caxton (which by then was full of English
we found the Barry boys in full voice and obviously more than a little
full of the local brew. Here, Steve gives a beautiful rendition of Men
of Harlech whilst simultaneously downing 3 schooners of XXXX in 5 minutes.
What a talent!!!
were now in full voice as they ‘gave it’ to the English who
were assembled in much larger numbers on the other side of the street
in front of The Caxton. Local media showed up with the lads attracting
a lot of attention.
It was all
in good humour though, as rugby functions generally are, and apart from
the Caxton bouncers who were obviously crapping themselves as a result
of the verballing your Captain gave them, there was not a hint of trouble.
That is, of course, until the Welsh team got stuck into the English team
on the field, and what a hammering they gave them. Wales definitely beat
England on the night, but unfortunately the ref beat Wales, and so the
IRB are happy, the ARU are happy, and all those English supporters are
now down in Sydney spending up large and Murdoch/Foxtel has his world
wide audience, as per the outcome the IRB had promised to deliver. Anyone
remember the days when the best team on the day won, the one that scored
the most tries, bit old fashioned I am I suppose, today sport isn’t
sport without the $$$$$’s, so they tell me.
Auckland New Zealand, to catch up with the Bluebirds DownUnder lads over
there. Here’s hoping for a NZ v France final. If Australia win I’m
emigrating. If England win I’m going to live on a remote beach for
the next 12 months.
lads.Rich (Sydney Blue)