IAN ASHLEY PRICE

Once again the Roos bounced all over the Taff like a spring virgin at a billabong barby.

Wales played their usual style of ' Christmas is a coming ' rugby in order to throw the Saxon of the scent at the next Millenium ball in January.

I'd like to give you a match report but I bumped in to Sir Les Patterson (Cultural Attache to the Court of Saint James) at the match and am still debating the merits of baargain buys in Wooloogolong. Hic!

Does anyone play this game here.

The local press had tagged this baby as being a war of the scrums; Kursk, Stalingrad and the worst excesses of the siege of Carthage would pale in comparison to the atrocities that were expected in the front row. The reality was somewhat more mundane. There seems to have been an outbreak of dropsy for the early part of the game and the Puma's managed to get ball back without their hooker doing anything - a minor miracle in itself.

Wales joined the dropsy brigade for most of the first half until… Continue

Forever to be known as the match that was as flat as several miles of linoleum. Wales were worse than indifferent. The All Blacks were poor but it was nothing compared to the Taff. Fantastically inept they threw away a chance to beat the opposition for the first time in er 56 years. Reputations - such as they were - were ruined.

It's nineteen thirty five again.
Or is it fifty three?
It could be five past seven.
Time's troublesome to me.

To win again?
It's not to late.
The Blacks are back.
But not too great.
Let's hope its not a seventy eight

Remember Andy Haden.