BBC Rugby Presenter, John Inverdale takes you back to the closing weekend of the 2009 6 Nations tournament...

As the days go by you tend to forget just what a fantastic occasion it was. As another traffic jam drives you into fits of rage and a succession of irritating and unnecessary emails have you pounding the keys in frustration, it's good to take a moment and just cast your mind back. For a start off, the weather was wonderful, so at seven o'clock I was up and out, going for a run round Sophia Gardens , scrunching my way through the crisp frosty dew. There were already dozens of Irish jerseys walking the streets - it was going to be a long day for them.
I then undid all the good the run might have done, by having a big fry-up at the hotel. There's something about baked beans at breakfast time. We then headed out to film the inside of a jet engine for the start of BBC TV's coverage. Don't ask me why.. We just did. It was utterly unconnected to the rugby but looked terrific, so that's all that matters.
By midday we were in the Cardiff Rugby Club clubhouse, with everyone asking the same questions. Would Ireland do it? Would Wales win by 13? Would England beat Scotland? (Actually I lied about that. No-one cared.)
We wathed Italy take a pounding from the French, who were aided by some inexplicably poor non-decision-making by the officials, did some interviews with the great and the good from yesteryear like Tom Kiernan and Gerald Davies, went into the stadium, and started to breathe in the atmosphere.
We have a TV monitor that was about six inches square and watched the England game on that - came on air by the pitch (always the best place to be) in time for the anthems which never cease to intoxicate,, and headed for the studio. Jonathan Davies all calm. Keith Wood pretending to be all calm.
Two hours later, I was thinking about a closing link to our Six Nations coverage about Irish eyes smiling and the usual cliches. Then Wales got awarded that penalty. Woody screamed 'oh no' so loudly and banged his knee so hard I thought the studio would collapse. Secretly I seethed. We'd prepared a closing montage to Stevie Wonder's 'Signed, Sealed, Delivered' and now that would look a bit ridiculous if Stephen Jones slotted the penalty. As midnight struck, we were still in an indian restaurant in Cardiff. The day that had begun with bacon and beans ended with a curry and nan bread. What a bunch of athletes. But what a day. A great occasion and the greatest drama in the best rugby city of them all. When you remember, suddenly the traffic jams don't seem so bad.