Just got back from Coopers’ Alehouse in Adelaide. Jeanie went to Sydney last weekend to watch the All Blacks win the first of the three annual matches against Australia for the Bledisloe Cup. Tonight it was at Eden Park in Auckland, where it is nigh on 20 years since anyone beat the All Blacks. They do not show rugby live here on free-to-air, and I have resisted having the awful pay-TV channels they have here in the house. So we went out. Atmosphere, we thought.
The pub was packed with Kiwis. Normally, not being either Australian or a New Zealander but with roughly equal ties to each, I am pretty neutral. But it was hard to get caught up this time with Kiwi fever. At around 17-0 to the Kiwis, Jeanie finally admitted that she was happy – the final score was 22-0. There were a few handling errors by the All Blacks, but by and large it was a pretty convincing and clinical domination by the best rugby team in the world. Even the few Aussies in the pub – to whom I chatted – acknowledged that New Zealand is the only team in the first class of rugby these days. And they don’t choke any more.
I drank pints of beer and ate chips, neither of which are really on my diet. But rather to my surprise, I enjoyed it all hugely.