30/05/2026
Some things cost money.
Some things are priceless.
Taking my eldest daughter to Wembley for the very first time was one of those moments I’ll never forget.
The result didn’t quite go the way we wanted.
Rovers getting stuffed like a Christmas Turkey.
But rugby has always been about more than what happens on the pitch.
It was the journey up.
The excitement building in the car.
The sea of shirts and scarves.
Bumping into family and friends along the way.
The conversations, laughter, and shared anticipation.
And then walking into Wembley and seeing her face take it all in for the first time.
The atmosphere was electric.
Tens of thousands of people brought together by hope, passion, and belonging.
As a dad, those are the moments you treasure.
Not because they’re perfect.
But because they’re shared.
Years from now, I doubt we’ll talk much about the score.
But we’ll remember the day.
The people.
The noise.
The experience.
And the privilege of making memories together.
Rugby has a funny way of doing that.