Popping down to Marseille tomorrow for another weekend of rugby. It's quarter-final time and Petites et Grandes Aventures and moi have tickets to the Fiji v South Africa game at the Stade Velodrome on Sunday (Go Fiji!). We'll try to get tickets to the Australia v England game too, but regardless it'll be a great atmosphere in Marseille. Despite the Wallabies going down to France last time we were there in 2005, Marseille means a weekend of great food.
Now for many years I've resisted buying a Wallaby jersey. Gold supporters cap and scarf for sure but never a jersey. After all they are hideously expensive. But this time around I'll be decked out in one thanks to family back home.
I'm told the Sports Report at DW Radio may be calling for game reports which will be fun to do. There's no arguments from me to write about rugby. Had I known they would be interested in reports before the RWC began I would have applied for media accreditation and maybe followed the circus.
In a previous life, rugby was basically my job. I used to spend a lot of time plotting rugby ideas for a particularly large global alcohol concern. And, if you've ever read those awful blurbs from sponsors inside game day programmes (and you need to seriously take a long hard look at yourself if you have) then I unreservedly apologise for delivering up rugby flavoured corporate mumbo jumbo.
The post game press conferences were always a hoot though. You always saw players at their best or worst depending on the game's result. This recent little burst from Sebastien Chabal brought back a few memories.