As regular readers will know, when I’m not in the news hot seat in Cardiff or London, I’m usually heading to France to tend to my long distance marriage! Hubby Lee plays his club rugby there, so I’m no stranger to an airport terminal and I take very seriously my other full-time job of cheerleader wife. This month has proved exceptional for journeys in the name of Team Byrne and the oval-shaped ball.
The stage was set for a Dublin Heineken Cup final for my husband’s team. Opponents Toulon were always going to be tough and I knew it was time to strap in for a turbulent ride. The game itself provided joy (when Clermont went over the line twice), fear (when Toulon did) and ultimately sheer disappointment. After a match dominated by Lee’s team, suddenly the opposition managed to turn it around and it was them – not the favourites – who took the championship. And by just one point. Needless to say, watching my husband’s cup ambitions slip away was excruciating.