Sometime over the summer (July-ish for Southern Hemispherers) E got in touch and asked if I wanted to go to NZ vs. Dublin. In November. No one can say she doesn't like her rugby! She sorted out tickets, I booked a flight, and we were ready!
Four months early.
But, November did eventually arrive and we made our merry way to Dublin to watch NZ crush Ireland. Which they didn't really do. We scraped a win in overtime having been losing for the entire game.
|Ignore the possessive apostrophe, we were still excited to be welcomed!|
|Kenny thankfully lent me a Kiwi shirt, and black and white eyeliner had our cheeks ready too!|
|Eleanor's cape. Sorry, flag.|
|Ireland got way more fireworks than us, but the national anthems were still cool. Ireland seemed to have two which I'm still a little confused by.|
|As I said, the game didn't look good for us for about 70 minutes. Eleanor struggled to deal with the stress.|
|We founded some kindred spirits behind us who were also feeling the tension.|