Arrived back in Tokyo and found a cracking little Hostel / art gallery on the south side of the city near Haneda airport. It was cheap for a ‘Bunk Bed’ type room, and if you look at the pic you will understand why....swinging the proverbial cat would have left blood stains on the walls......but,,what more did we need??
Carried out the 3 S’s and headed into Town to meet Roz and Lee, who we were buying some tickets from for the England V Argentina game. We met them near the Tokyo Tower and they were a brilliant couple. Lee is Ex Army Air Corps and used to be a door gunner on Lynx...we chatted for a little while and it became obvious that at some point in the early 90’s we were probably on the same Lynx over South Armagh somewhere. Roz is a cracking lady who is a Massive Ipswich Town fan and who really wants to run a strip club somewhere in East Anglia! They had been planning the RWC trip for a while and a slight administrative error meant they ended up with slightly more tickets than required. Obviously this was to our benefit....Yay.
We got on with them so well we decided to have a night out with them and started this by going to the top of the Tokyo Tower, which offers 360 degree views of Tokyo. We arrived at the top at last light and could see Mount Fuji on the red skyline and the whole city spread out around us. It was great to see and we were all busy trying to spot our hotels or hostels.
After that we headed to a bar to watch the South Africa V Italy game, in which Italy eventually realised that they were shite and hadn’t a cat in hells chance of going through to the next round after all!! (Shame but if you end up in a group like that...you have to be realistic.....however...great effort).
Alisha, Lee & Roz all got merrily plastered (despite everyone saying they wouldn’t) and we all had a cracking night. We fell slightly foul of the metro lines which reduce massively at 12:30 and ended up getting a taxi back at 1 ish!
Next day was Matchday and we packed our kit and checked out as we were going to fly to Yonaguni straight after the game. We took a slow tour towards the stadium whilst Alisha got herself back into the land of the living, after the night before. One interesting side note is that Roz was also feelings slightly fragile the next day and was virtually at the stadium before realising she had left the tickets back at the hotel!! A long metro ride back followed by a £100 taxi back to the stadium got them there in time....lee was very happy and could say nothing but kind loving things !! ;0)
The Argies were in fine voice with lots of singing whilst the English were a bit subdued. Alisha (pissed again by this stage), was trying to get everyone singing any song that she could but despite all her effort, the English reserve was maintained. I did tell her that thats the exact difference between Rugby & football.... if you want the mad jumpy around fun its the football you need to go to....there is no comparison.
A decent game in which the Argentines desire to Kill Owen Farrell, became their undoing, when they had a player sent off early doors, which nullified any real threat they posed and slightly took the edge of what could have been a real cracking game. England cruised to victory in roughly third gear, with Farrell missing a load of kicks, probably due to his head being knocked into another postcode.
After the game finished Alisha invested more time in to trying to get everyone singing, including Victor Ombogo, who she accosted as he left the ground with us! We made our way to the airport after saying bye to Roz and Lee who were heading off touring for a few days.
Long night of flying and waiting before we got to Yonaguni in order to Dive the Yonaguni Monument.....more on that to follow!!