Take a dreary wet afternoon in the Welsh Valleys
Add thirty girls (plus subs) with lots of racing adrenaline
Copious quantities of gooey, black, coal-dust laden mud - and why can't you clean that muddy ball on your team mate's shirt?
A referee with a somewhat ironic sponsor
An impressive breakaway run
The odd hospital pass from your fellow flanker in the face of a feisty opposition hooker
A nice lineout set piece or two
Some less than sportsmanlike stamping from the Welsh opposition (naughty naughty!!! - thank goodness my daughter wasn't in the bottom there)
And it's quite easy to step from this..........
Of course being the team coach isn't always a hazard free occupation
But even a 12 - nil defeat didn't dampen their delight - the shorts took some getting white again though!
Such a privilege to play for your national side - roll on this Friday and the return fixture on home turf!
And just in case you thought this has metamorphasised into a totally rugby blog
I have been merrily cracking on with that baby quilt