Sure, BMR had kindly posted the All Black's post match travel arrangements etc, but imagine my "surprise" rocking up to Gare du Nord to catch the 11.43 Eurostar back to Blighty (in a somewhat dazed and confused state, after spending most of the previous day and night on the turps, amongst some excellent people from the SF, who also adopt the attitude what happens on Tour, stays on Tour !)when all of a sudden the All Black squad arrive looking like a group of wounded soldiers who have just been given a weeks leave from the front.  To say that it looked like they had just survived a battle, would not do them justice.

First up I saw Byron, who was sporting a massive shiner on his half-open left eye, I says to him, "give Justin hell next week mate!" he smiles and promises (if selected) that he will.