Then you arrive at Waterloo to a smattering of rugby jerseys, both white and black. You glance at someone and they smile back as you know as well as them we are off to the rugby! Excitement builds the closer you get to Twickenham. Clapham Junction is always the busiest stop for rugby fans and from there on the energy on the train builds.
Once you arrive at the station the signs are saying ‘Twickenham – Home of English Rugby’ you then walk out of the station and into the leafy suburb of Twickenham and it’s all go! You can the smell sausages cooking, hear the chants, see the flags and then you start to feel nervous. Once at the stadium you take a moment to saviour the moment before the beer and cider drinking commences.
We had wonderful seats and I was surrounded by English fans (I could hear the kiwi fans thankfully). After watching the very tense game it was time to celebrate the 30-22 win to the All Blacks. Luckily they don’t try and get rid of you at Twickenham, they put on bands and beer tents and there are still so many people around. I’m glad as it was going to be a nightmare trying to get on the train along with 80,000 other fans.
After more drinking, dancing and celebrating it was time to be off. Just as we were due to leave the All Blacks bus pulls up and the boys came out to put their kit in. I caught a glimpse of most of them and they gave us a wave before heading in (looking very dapper I might add) to their evening dinner.
Nothing beats seeing the best team in the world play at the home of rugby! I hope I will get this fantastic experience again! Bring on the World Cup 2015.