"One good thing about the winter is the rugby. Tradition is, I go with my dad. Father and daughter together: great.
Train to town, red shirt, scarf and hat, talk of who's playing; why's he been picked?!
Come out of crowded station; Cardiff's alive. Red and white kit, no bad vibes, just anticipation. Through Westgate Street to the gate. Tickets hot in Dad's pocket.
Wow! Hits me every time; I love this place. Brass band playing, crowd singing Delilah, out come the boys, 'Wales!' Whistle blows; we're off.
Scrum down, throw it wide, c'mon ref! Half time; Dad gives me chocolate. We're off again. Minutes from the end. Will Henson kick it? I can't look!
Heart thumping, we've done it! And I was there!"
