I tried to get my reclusive Irishman out of the La-Z-Boy and into a seat at Eden Park for the Bledisloe Cup game last week, but he wasn't having a bar of it.
His rationale was that a person would have to be mad to brave the crowds, the queues and the cold to watch the footy when they could be at home watching it on Sky - home-cooked lamb shanks served on a TV tray and a beer fridge stocked and within easy reach.
However, when he saw the park, packed to the rafters and lit up like a real stadium, and heard the crowd in full cry, he understood why I wanted to be there. We'll go next time, he promised, which I took as tacit consent to go ahead and book another couple of World Cup tickets.
We've got them for the Ireland-Australia game at Eden Park - I reckon that will be a cracker. I've ordered a couple of leprechaun hats that come complete with attached red beards and moustaches, which I'm insisting we wear at the ground. Even if the Irish lose - and let's face it, it'd be an upset of Samoan-Welsh proportions if they beat the Aussies - at least our costumes will be a passport into the great Irish parties that will be happening around the town, win or lose.
I'd been dithering about whether to get tickets to the quarters but once I saw Eden Park, I knew I had to be there.