| Cast | Role |
|---|---|
| John Bach | Ewen Murray |
| Tony Barry | Barry Brown |
| Roy Billing | Frank O'Riordan |
| Alison Bruce | Ngaire Morgan |
| Robert Bruce | Jock McBane |
| Terence Cooper | Eric Hogg |
| Windsor Davies | Evan Price |
| Dafydd Emyr | Owen Llewellyn |
| Howell Evans | Lloyd Thomas |
| John Francis | David Llewellyn |
| Peter Gwynne | Winston Macatamney |
| Glyn Houston | Aneurin Morgan |
| John Moreno | Referee |
| Beth Morris | Bronwyn Llewellyn |
| Robert Pugh | Bleddyn Morgan |
| Martyn Sanderson | "Acid" Aitken |
| Stephen Tozer | Jim Farquhar |
| Jack Walters | Clifford |
The cast mixes a number of experienced NZ actors (including John Bach and the late Martyn Sanderson), with many rugby players from the 1960s and 70s taking supporting roles as members of the Welsh and New Zealand teams — the latter mostly in non-speaking parts. The players included New Zealand's Ian Kirkpatrick, Waka Nathan, Grahame Thorne, and Alex "Grizz" Wyllie, and Wales's Phil Bennett, Gerald Davies, Mervyn Davies, Gareth Edwards, Tony Faulkner, Dennis Hughes, Barry John, Allan Martin, David Morris, David Price, Mike Roberts, J.J. Williams, and Bobby Windsor. Despite the film's plot indicating that these were the teams from 1966, many of these players did not play international rugby until after this time.
1990s All Black Steve McDowell also appears (and acted as choreographer for the rugby match scenes), as does New Zealand rugby commentator Keith Quinn.
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