From white to black in eighty minutes!

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..........

To this............

In a matter of 80 minutes!

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