Woke this morning and we are both still gutted. I suppose I should document what happened yesterday as our day was fab before the game. We had an early start to go to Hamilton where we were to be judges in a beer pouring competition and not just any old beer but Stella Artois. Got to the pub by 10.30am and were served our first glass of lager; an hour later and they are still coming and Nick is getting very drunk as the other judges are driving so are passing him their beer. Finished the judging by 12 and were treating to lunch as a thank you (yes that's right they thought we should be rewarded!) Got back to Auckland at about 5 and headed into town to meet up with everyone. Julian had brought along the HMS Gatland banner and hung it up in the pubs as we made our way to the stadium. Loads of welsh fans approached us and asked with envy if we had been on the boat (we felt like superstars!) Had a lovely pub crawl to the game and ended up in a transvestite strip club (now that's a first and me and Victoria (Julian's wife) didn't even notice we have obviously led sheltered lives!) The rest is history!
Today we set off into the city to meet up with some New Zealand friends ahead of the game and there was not a welsh fan in sight. Headed back to Mission Bay to meet up with the Brecon boys (the only fans left in NZ it would seem) ahead of meeting Laura and Pete for dinner and drinks. Watched NZ thrash the Aussies and cheered along even though I secretly wanted the Aussies to win as a NZ v Wales Bronze Final would be much more fun.