Saturday was always going to be a good day. I worked hard all morning and then went to the café in the village to watch the rugby on TV - Wales playing England at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. The only Welsh person there I felt a lot was riding on this game. Surrounded by English men who were becoming increasingly confident that England would win I was willing the Welsh squad to prove them wrong. When Hook scored the try I yelled and the French barman yelled with me. Nothing could wipe the smile from my face - with the final score of 19-9 - it was the sweetest moment.
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