06:30 and I am cycling through the dark and rain. I am driven. I have to take part in my secret vice. I open the doors and there are about 40 wild-eyed, fellow obsessed. It is the Kezar Bar and they are showing three rugby internationals live, one after the other. The bar is warm, the full Irish breakfast is perfect, the barmaids are smiling, people are drinking beer. On the 10 screens attached to the walls we watch, first South Africa smash England, then the All Blacks smash Wales, and finally Australia really smash France!
A mass of people at 6:30, which diminishes as the morning wears on. Between each match I bike home and fiddle around a bit. I ask myself ,”Do you really want to go back and watch another one?” The answer is always Yes!