1 post from September 2007

The Vodafone Warriors vs The Paramata Eels - Friday Night

Well it all started when I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go watch a movie. But instead of a movie we ended up watching a rather sad match between the Warriors and the Paramata Eels. We got grassy seats, beer and good company and settled in to watch the game. You could hear the beating of the drums of a clan of warriors in preparation to crush the opposing team with pure braun. Clearly, the support base for the Eels was lacking and the entire stand was black. As they say in the NZ Mastercard advert that all kiwi's blood is black, that relates more to the All Blacks, and not the Warriors, but their official colours are black too. There were 39 000 people packed into the stands and it was looking good for most of the match. Fortunately, we has some comic relief in the form of Claire, Kim's friend, and the staunch Maori supporter behind us that kept yelling "Come on Warriors, bring 'em down." The Warriors gave the Eels a good run for their money and for a good long time we believed that they were on a roll. We were, so to speak, having Eel on the menu. Except that comment about the roll. After being in the lead for a good 40 mins, the Warriors started to get slower, and make more mistakes and well..the eels had roast kiwi-bird on a roll with a delicious win of 12 / 10.

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The All Black Debut Match - Rugby World Cup - Saturday Night - pretty late.

The following night, we all convened at the Rika's house, to watch the first All Black game against Italy. We were all reved up and ready to go, with the anticipation of an exciting game ahead of us. Italy, having a good idea of the All Black power and strength should have been awake. Clearly they had only heard about the Roman Greats. Julius Caesar, Achilles and all the other Roman Soldiers and even possibly gladiators. No they seemed to have been living entirely in the great empire of Rome and to an extent, became very much like Americans who generally don't leave their state and have no idea about other places. Alright, so now we have established that although the Romans are known for their greatness, they didn't quite know where New Zealand was, and what kind of team they were facing.

Right, so we had our beer, some chips and dip, good company, a big screen tv (with struggling reception) and the game began. The All Black traditionally (Haka) asked for assistance from their predecessors and ancestors and watched as the very sleepy, pizza eaters appeared in front of them. The Italian Team brought all their equipment, pillows, duvets and settle in on the green grass into a dreamy sleep while the All Black took this to their best advantage and scored about 3 tris in a matter of 6 minutes. Somehow,

when the sleeping ITs were thinking about defence, there alway happened to be a hole! All Blacks pummelled the crap out of the Italians and only later after the second half started did Italy, try to stop the All Blacks. It was a

s if they had finally woken from their state of relaxation and thought about winning for the first time. By this time,

 the All Blacks were so far ahead it didn't really matter how many tris they scored because there was just not enought time. The game was pretty boring and I was just wondering who let those blerrie smurfs onto the field. It looked more like a light practice for the All Black team. At least my bosses will be in a good mood on Monday.