Waking up from a slumber, images formed, thoughts coalesced, ah today was a rugby day. Pack the necessities, don’t forget the essentials – tickets, wallet, colours. Everything else was not important. Sky was blue, it was going to be a good day. Ireland was not in the game, things had not gone according to plan and there was an emptiness there. But yet…… the sense that it was going to be a good game, was there, diluting the disappointment. ‘Turn that frown upside down’, someone had said. Ah, I had many options at my disposal for responding to that, for sure.
Mind drifts, soften the blow. Argentinian fans must surely have Irish blood in them, they sang as much as we do, I think. Where is the Oz support?
Enter the stadium, fortress Twickenham, the roar of the crowd, the sights and sounds are almost impossible to absorb in full. Turn up the collar, push back the pints. The game begins, the scoreline changes, the impacts can almost be felt way up in the cheap seats.
And too soon, the game is over – one winner, one loser, both united in fatigue, bruises, blood and adrenaline. This spectacle is over, another one awaits. The machine marches on. Next up, the All Blacks. Harbingers of pain….the agony and the ecstacy
– GARDEN, ST ALBANS, UK, OCTOBER 2015 –
TAKEN WITH THE FUJI XE-1 AND 18-55 MM F2.8-4 R LM