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Twickenham

Emma and I are off to the Twickenham tonight to see the boys play.

It'll be my second visit to the home of Rugby Union. Sadly no photographs exist of my first visit when, as a seven-year-old I went with Dad and Jez to see the All Blacks play England. My memories are hazy and almost as limited in number as the photographs, but I do recall walking back to the car across the wide yard of the stadium, clutching my programme and with an All Blacks rosette proudly pinned to my shirt.