She chatted with me that as my 4-year-old son merrily ordered a generous bag of hot chips to share with his big brothers. Okay, and with his dad …
What a great afternoon at the rugby it was! Not a lot of tries, to be sure, but plenty of sparkling runs that came close.
Most of all, a feeling of community that you won’t experience in many club rugby finals at stadiums around the world.
The kids and dogs running around the in-goal area. The pick-ups parked on the sideline with bins of food and drink on the back for family and friends.
My 4-year-old made friends with a great kid his age called Ben, and they practised their ollies on a skateboard.
My 9-year-old boy climbed a coconut palm overlooking the corner of the field – I think he had the best view of anyone in the ground.
And me? I watched as the exhausted teams plonked themselves down on the grass for the presentation of the trophy, and was reminded of how sports can bring a community together.