The Road to Cardiff Part IV
The morning is here! Bright eyed and raring to go! I finally get a glimpse of the outfits! How the shagging hell do I get myself into these messes! It’s 10am and I need a drink! TC is running around like a big kid! Coxy joins in. May as well get into the swing of things, and I’m roped in to braid all the girls hairs so they sit nicely under the wigs! Yes we’ve actually gone and through this one through! So while I’m braiding everyones hair, Coxy goes to repaint the Jeep, as we’re driving it into Cardiff and really the cheerleader outfits don’t stick out enough so the jeep is needed.
So there we are all ready to go and head into meet the rest of the loons. We’ve gone from nutters to loons, as the rest of them are doing the same! Trusty Mr. Satnav now knows the way in, and brings us to our destination. As we drive along the motorway with the car painted, flags flying, the horns sound, the sound and horns get louder the closer we get to Cardiff. Road diversions are in place and we take some random other turn, but satnavvy gets us there.
Ok, now the sight before me is one of pride, shame, and utter disbelife and also hilarious. Only a photo can explain it. Yes these are my utter lunatic friends. We’ve arrived. Jumping onto the jeep!
So I did mention earlier about ticketmaster being a tit! Do you have any idea how many Munster people are in Cardiff, never mind the amount of Welsh folks, oh and a few French thrown in for balance( though not that many). Bloody hell it took us nearly the bones of over an hour to track down the ticket master office. We basically circled the stadium, through all the people in the streets to get our tickets. Feck sake! We got them though. That’s all that matters. Let the relaxing begin.
Should point out, through all of the running around the stadium the looks we got, saying that, a lot of folks dressed up. But we did get a lot of photos taken with many random folks, and even the French TV who asked who we thought would win! Most amusing! Which did add to finding the tickets as we were stopped every 3 minutes.
Cardiff is the most relaxed city I’ve been to. Maybe it was the weekend that was in it. The sunshine. Thousands of Munster folks over here, and again the token amount of French supporters. But bloody hell it was fantastic. Pubs were so packed that they had no problem in folks going to off licenses stocking up on drink, and drinking it outside on the streets. Neither did their police. So we drank. Were merry, and waited till we could go to the stadium and roar! Not that we weren’t doing that already though 
We finally made our way to the stadium. OMG! MASSIVE! The sea of red was overwhelming! We were there! Let the game begin.
