On saturday night

The legacy of 50 odd years of heartbreak, injustice, poor refereeing and downright cheating will be played out this weekend in Cardiff.

Wales, a team who have so often been better, who have played more attractive rugby than, and who have remained honest in the face of cynical manipulation of the laws by the All Blacks over the years, have a sniff of a chance to put right the record and sends the men of Polynesia packing.

Shorn they may be of some critical pivots - the brilliant Byrne, the phenomenal Phillips and the the plucky Peel, but there are hearts of oak in this Welsh side. The indomitable Jenkins, the reportedly well-above-averagely hung Roberts, the gristle of Ryan Jones, these are men that the south pacific islanders would do well to fear.

New Zealand are a mixed bag, not just in the nationality of their players. McCaught and Carter are good, yes, but there are weaknesses that these two paragons manage to hide through their industrious endeavours.

Tialata is suspect, the second row and consequently the lineout are undernourished, and Nonu is always at risk of his make-up running. Blurred vision in midfield due to cheap maybelline products is the sort of potential error most coaches in the modern era have ironed out of their sides, but not, it seems on this occasion.

So on we go. The stadium will be packed, the crowd hopeful and vocal, and the first 20 minutes intense. Cymru am byth, I hear you say. I couldn't have put it better myself.