During the 1992 5N, the week after England v France, I met Brian Moore doing some promo work for Gillette in Brent Cross shopping centre, north London. He was basically flogging shaving foam for them (how the commercial opportunities afforded to players have changed, eh?), and the store was pretty empty, so we had time to have a bit of a chat about that year's 5N, the disappointment of the '91 RWC, the poor sportsmanship shown by the Scots in refusing to roll over in the '90 5N, etc. I then asked him to sign the cheap white "England" shirt that I had received as a free gift with my purchase. "Sign it England, Grand Slam champions '92" I said. "I can't do that!", he said, "We've still got Wales to come". I may have said something potentially hubristic about the state of Welsh rugby at that time, and that it was at Twickenham, etc. Well, I was obviously convincing, because he signed the shirt with that prediction, which of course turned out to be correct. I was secretly thinking that win or lose, I'd be able to sell it to a Welshman at some later date as irrefutable proof of English arrogance. It was only when I left the store that I realised that I had forgotten to ask him to date his signature. D'oh.
Incidentally, this took place at least a week after the France game, but Brian's face still looked like someone had repeatedly taken a barbed wire-covered coal shovel to it. When checking back on the relevant dates for this post, I came across this account of the match, which reminded me what a slugfest it was. Such antics are not big, and not clever - not now, certainly, and with hindsight they never were. The game is better without those shennanigans. Nevertheless, but I did get slightly dewy-eyed with nostalgia when reading the article.