Those partial to a bit of rugby have been spoilt over this past weekend. With commentators labelling it 'the most nail-biting climax they have ever seen' the final weekend of the Six Nations proved to be full of excitement and drama. With the exception of Scotland, the remaining home nations all looked within reaching distance of the trophy at various stages on Saturday afternoon. First Wales won by a considerable margin over Italy to take the lead leaving Ireland and England with work to do. Next up Ireland made light work of Scotland to set the bar high but within England's reach.
At this point I should probably admit I actually only managed to watch the final game live and that was whilst in a restaurant in Egypt, a country that doesn't even know rugby is a sport. England came so agonisingly close before the realisation sank in that we hadn't quite done enough. I was then grateful to be in Africa and able to brush aside the disappointment.
I didn't think my nerves could take any more rugby related tension but then it happened all over again on Sunday. This time it was the LV Cup final between Exeter Chiefs and Saracens which I just about managed to follow via text updates. After a remarkable comeback by the Devon side a penalty in the final minute agonisingly gave the title to Saracens.
Thankfully the modern pentathlon World Cup I've been commentating on in Cairo hasn't effected my blood pressure to the same degree. It was wonderful to see another medal go to one of the British women but aside from that it was an open competition of world class standard that I could sit back and enjoy in the sunshine.
