I write this letter as my inflight information chart shows our position to be directly over Chennai, India, making our way to Dubai . We will stop over there for a few hours and make the final leg of the journey to Cape Town. All in all the flying time will be 30 hours. New Zealand is a long way away!
I return having seen 6 games – two quarter finals, two semi’s, the third place play off, and the final. Between games I was able to travel by car, with various stopovers, up most of the North Island between Wellington and Auckland, and a flight down to the extreme South Island, spending a few days in the indescribably beautiful towns of Queenstown and Arrowtown. I have principally been on tour with executives of the Macsteel group, generous and active sponsors of the life skills programme at SSISA.
New Zealand, along with Wales, and perhaps some of the South Sea islands, are probably the only countries that can call rugby their true national sport. This nation truly embraced this tournament, and it truly seemed like a “stadium of 4 million people”. They delivered a great World Cup and the big bonus to them came at the end with the All Black victory in the final.
To ponder briefly on the rugby I witnessed. The Welsh vs Ireland game was probably the best display of rugby I witnessed in these few weeks. The SA vs Australia game goes down in history as ” the game we should have won “. Wales vs France is a scrappy affair of 14 against 15 men. The All Blacks turn on their best display of the tournament against Australia and they make (almost) the grave error of starting to plan the victory parade. The third place playoff (the game nobody really wants to play) goes to Australia, and the final is an epic, if not scintillating struggle, that almost produces a result that would have been the biggest upset in recent sporting history.
Everybody, including myself had written off the French. They played constructive, well planned rugby, limiting the amount of possession for the All Blacks. Their defense was aggressive in the Springbok mould and at times it seemed if the All Blacks were without plan or structure. Great teams do what they have to do to win, and in the end New Zealand did hold the victory parade, which was in itself a tremendous spectacle.
Make no mistake, it is difficult to be a continuously enthusiastic supporter, without a team! My heart went out to the countless supporters from South Arica, many of whom would have made great sacrifices to get to New Zealand, and some arriving even after the Boks had left. Most of the Bok supporters probably backed the All Blacks (especially against Australia), but it was always tinged with the regret of what might have been. However, the Boks’ supporters for me were the ” People of the Tournament” - in number, attitude and behaviour.
Perhaps the only negative of our trip, but I suppose a dose of reality, was the unruly, drunken behaviour of some of the youth on the streets after the final. The experience walking back down the Fanwalk did not leave the impression of joyous chaos as it should have, but of an unusual aggressive and intimidating nature that surprised myself and our small party of South Africans, but this was fortunately restricted to a small minority of the people.
I don’t know if I will be back in New Zealand again. I hope so. I have memories of predominantly friendly people living in a small, beautiful, clean and green land with water everywhere. They have, in a year of major disasters in that country, staged a very successful World Cup and they (The Team and the Nation) will experience the power of sport and the fruits of victory. May they use this wisely…
Morné















