Record coffee queues as the fans prepare for one last assault on the senses Could these have been the sensible sevens? You might have been forgiven for thinking so yesterday morning. There were record queues at Starbucks and the aroma on the South Stand seemed a rich mix of methane and latte that suggested the end of the good, bad old days of getting blitzed on bloody marys by breakfast. Worse, Welshmen seemed to arrive at the South Stand fresh as Dyfed daisies, when they should have looked terrible after a night's celebration of their grand slam victory. Latte addicts put me right. I went up to a big English guy who ought to know better. He had the dark demeanour of a No8 with extra tight underpants and George Best's liver. 'I'm pacing myself,' he says. I'm shocked. Perhaps he reads health tips in Cosmopolitan and plays prop for the Kowloon Pussies, too. Coffee's tradition, says Dave from Brunei. 'We always start with Starbucks and then move on to the beer and the bloody marys.' Ah, must be a softee Pommy thing. Even the Kiwis abstained. Gus and John from Auckland and Andy from Christchurch, all rugged in all black, were into their espressos, and they looked so fit in their Bolle sunglasses they probably kayaked here. Or had the Post stumbled on Christchurch's dark secret - that the city's hardest, meanest, toughest embarked on a nudge-nudge weekend of excess, only to slurp on hot chocolate? Maybe. 'I don't want my mates to find out,' says a Kiwi. He had a beer ready on my return. The Welsh sounded as sprightly as they looked. Only a very brave or happy man talks tactics under the clock at 10am. 'They've actually decided to play rugby now,' says a Qatar-based Llandundo man of the Six Nations champions. 'It's taken them that long to go back to the basics.' Yesterday's game was 'brilliant', the big, bald Hong Kong Tens player says. 'The last 10 minutes were dodgy again, but in the end it all worked out well.' The result's fantastic, says Tim from Cardiff and Hong Kong. 'The right team won.' It was 27 years in the making and it was worth it, says Dave from Cardiff and Singapore. 'We're the best country, the best team,' says Tim. 'We beat England, right?' His mate says: 'We're absolutely thrilled and absolutely exhausted. Shame we're not here to enter a team in the sevens.' An annoyingly bright-eyed Cardiff man says: 'It's been a very long wait. It's been 1978 since we won the grand slam and we have had some pretty low years in the meantime. It's been quite difficult to believe and hasn't sunk in yet, and I'm looking forward to going back to London and talking to some English people.' So I ask some big English blokes how it feels to be beaten by the Welsh, one of the tiniest countries in the world. Their hangovers ebb, and a group from Gravesend bursts into song: 'Bloody great fishes are Wales', followed by 'I'd rather have a **** than shag a Yank'. They say they wrote the words themselves. Maybe the caffeine buzzed fans' creativity, for if nudity was 'so '97 passe', colour was back. 'Pink is the new brown and brown is the new black,' say Hong Kong's Pink Panthers, whose Scooby Doo creation wowed the front seats at last year's sevens. Perhaps the zest of their collection is due to the fact that they have 'more degrees in the Pink Panthers this year than any other year'. But, as one says: 'We're all pink on the inside. If we're not in the paper in 15 minutes, you're fired. You didn't appear yesterday.' A group of 'runners' and 'riders' describing themselves as 'mild-mannered executives from Manila' chose a racehorse theme. It wasn't even class five at Happy Valley. 'They all like spanking the pony,' says a Brit. There's a burst of laughter. Someone's beer goes flying. Sunday afternoon has entered the final straight. The English Miss Worlds looked stunning. 'We're hoping that our country is going to win again,' says Miss World One. 'And if not, you see, we've got these fantastic dresses, so we can be nurses, later on, if we need to.' Hong Kong-based, they say they have been to the sevens for the past nine years, and 'because it's the World Cup, we wanted to represent our country'. The most attractive player? There's little hesitation. 'Henry Paul. He's got beautiful thighs. It's the most important thing in rugby.' The three Bo Peeps prefer pastels that seem designed to wag a few tails behind them. But they want Dallas Seymour back. The Aberdeen Warriors go for leather. 'We wanted something that really represented Hong Kong and the fun aspect of our rugby,' says their spokeswoman, who we'll call Xena. The colour seems to intensify as the alcohol sets in. So did the gripes. The Hong Kong squad has been given a mixed reception. 'They were throwing the ball around well,' says Luke from Mid-Levels. 'They lack the bulk of the other teams, but were very good.' Ian from London was delighted with the home side. 'It would have been nice to see them get a stage further, but to see them cross the tryline and to hear the noise of the stadium for that is phenomenal.' Hong Kong fan Sato says he was happy to see the local talent - Andrew Chambers and Ricky Cheuk. 'They did all right.' But local sports coach Mike says Hong Kong's performance was poor. 'They haven't got any local talent and the government needs to relax the immigration requirements if we're going to have a decent team in the next four years,' he says. But the rugby was fast and furious and other things were soon forgotten as the drinking pace heated up and the stands percolated with merriment. The World Cup Sevens have smelt the coffee of the Hong Kong crowd and the bean counters would have been happy. But mine's a Guinness.