England v Wales, the Six Nations, memories of great players, great deeds. It doesn't get any better than this in the world of Northern Hemisphere rugby.
In the environs of Dunedin, Christchurch, Wellington and Auckland maybe it is hard to understand. But Twickenham tomorrow encompasses all the drama, the passion, the history. This is the fixture that epitomises the intrigue of rugby in this part of the world.
England v Wales is a match rich in rugby folklore, one that encapsulates the essence of this competition. Forget, for a moment, World Cups, Super 15 and Heineken Cups. On this sacred turf, In London's southwestern suburbs, dance the ghosts of the greats. Here, the great Gareth Edwards surged, the immortal Barry John slipped and slithered; here, the legendary Bleddyn Williams and David Duckham stepped elegantly; Dewi Bebb finished with aplomb.
And for years, English rugby teams doffed the collective cap to the great Welsh teams of the 1970s. So much pain for English supporters, to be sure, but such pleasure to remember the stirring deeds of those Welsh teams.
And this weekend, a new generation lines up in sporting warfare. Warren Gatland brings his Welsh team to London for what should be an orthodox task.