Splashes of scarlet were all around, from the handkerchiefs in the bearers’ breast pockets to the jerseys worn by many of those who had come to remember Phil Bennett.
There had even seemed an abundance of scarlet cars on the roads leading to the ground where the former fly-half had sat and watched his local team. Or perhaps they were just more noticeable on the day rugby and the wider world offered up their respects to one of Wales’ greatest-ever sports people.
The early morning rain eased as the main stand filled up.
