Play it anyway you like, last nights first half of rugby was sensational!
Oh what a night! Oh what a game!

Rugby fever had struck Three French Vines by lunchtime Saturday. The talk was would the Aussies take the first game of three. Never, was the cry! Not on your life! “But”, it’s a small word that lives at the bottom of your stomach, they might just put up a fight, could it happen? Could the Wallabies align the stars? Never! came the cry around the lunch table at Three French Vines over a bowl of hot steaming soup.

The afternoon rolled on, the talk got heated at the share thought of those Aussies winning drove us to more talk and more what if’s. It was too much, the rugby ball was passed with increasing speed. Rugby moves were discussed and played and many manoeuvres played out. May the vase that stood on the kitchen bench rest in peace.

The boys and immediate neighbors arrived by 7pm empty handed but with the correct password at the door, “Real Men Drink Champagne”! No password, no entry, we are tough here at Three French Vines.
The rugby ball morphed into bowls of chips, the river of Champagne flowed and the sound of popping corks got serious.

Kick off started with a roar and we held the faith. Reward came swift and never in history have we before been rewarded with such good rugby. It was pure magic, a place that only the oval ball can take you with a bottle of Three French Vines Champagne.

As they say, the rest is history and this morning I find myself at the computer emailing France for further supplies!