Edinburgh 19 - Toulouse 14
Photos are courtesy of my daughter, who kindly responded to my text plea for some blog fodder.
Instead of cheerleaders before the game, American style, spectators were offered a furry thing in a kilt. I imagine it must have been nicely cosy inside that costume.
The view from my daughter's seat in the stands. My son was also at the match in a different part of the stadium. By dint of some extreme waving they managed to locate each other across the pitch. Family ties, eh?
Nice story :)
ReplyDeleteAnd nice to see you blogging again, Kiji!
DeleteI must say, I might prefer to see furry things in kilts and nice young gentlemen playing rugby (or even your football) in shorts as opposed to our American football players encased in pads and long pants with their odd and bizarre team mascots! Could be much more fun to watch!
ReplyDeleteIt is an interesting difference between the two contact sports, isn't it? I wonder how each would get on wearing the other's kit.
DeleteI am not really sure how rugby works although I know it is really tough!
ReplyDeleteShhh, guess what - neither do I...
DeleteI watched the match on the TV. Awesome and great win to Edimburgh. Wish you the best luck against Irish Ulster in the semifinals.
ReplyDeleteThat's interesting that you saw the match on TV. We didn't, because it was on Sky Sports, which we don't have. It felt strange to be a couple of miles away from the game and unable to see it.
DeleteThe meaning of "match day" for our family only has meaning in relation to trains in and out of Edinburgh, and also the impossibility of finding a room at a B&B. Taking a train into Edinburgh on a match day means lots of drinking and singing no matter how early you set out from Aberdeen, and the closer you get to the city, the more like sardines everyone becomes. No use trying to spend just one night in Edinburgh on a match weekend - three minimum unless you want to stay in Penicuik! Coming home after a rugby match, the train is either high spirited, or extremely glum - usually the latter, I have to say!
ReplyDeleteI've never thought of the transport aspect, Christine, apart from the roads around Murrayfield packed solid with rugby crowds. Very different to football crowds tho, where they have to take separate trains and have separate exits from the station.
DeleteAh, fair takes me back. I haven't been to Murrayfield for a match since our eldest son (now 10) was born. Sadly he hates loud noise so stadiums are out for the present. What's with the stupid furry mascots these days though? Now if it were Thom Evans in nothing but his kilt, as featured in the papers this week, I'd be back at Murrayfield in a flash... ;)
ReplyDeleteI haven't been for a while either, since our children started going with their friends on cheap tickets through the school's allocation. I'm not that much of a sports fan - tho I might turn out for Thom Evans too...
DeleteWatching rugby from inside a nice warm house appeals more than standing in a stadium with the wind whistling up you kilt! Whoosie I know.
ReplyDeleteHow I agree! Rugby on TV, cup of tea, toast, and a good book to hand for those dull moments.
DeleteThat stadium looks so large, It's amazing that your children were able to find each other. They must have had some high powered binoculars.
ReplyDeleteI have never watched a rugby game, so would probably find it very interesting. Maybe I should put that on my bucket list. We love to watch football and the team we watch is my son's alma mater, University of Southern California or USC Trojans.
Darlene, it turned out they weren't all that far away from each other, although in different stands. Mobile phones also help with the locating.
DeleteI've never seen a game of American football live - it must be quite an experience.
I can imagine seeing those two spotting each other from such a far distance. They were lucky to spot each other. Great fodder to share.
ReplyDeleteThey certainly had fun in the process. The crowd in general at rugby matches is good-natured, so no-one minds if people are jumping up and down trying to attract someone's attention.
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