The All Blacks are here.1978 is in the air and hyperbole runneth high; the ghost of Andy Haden throws his misbegotten soul out of the lineout once again.But it is the nature of man is to forgive ( tempting Von Clauswitz's assertion that "To forget history is to be condemned to relive it.") and so we trudge to Cardiff in our droves in the hope eternal of a 'fair' game.Oceans of booze will be consumed before we reach Tonypandy and much merriment will ensue with the usual pessimistic murmurings that we haven't beaten them since 1953.The All Blacks are here.