What an ending to six and a half weeks of rugby mania. NZ
won the RWC2011. Bloody brilliant!
Wellington was host to only a few games, but all the way
through there’s been so much going on in the city with bands playing on the
waterfront, special kids’ rugby activities at the museum, people of all
nationalities walking around town, painted faces, flags EVERYWHERE you look, and
there’s been a real buzz in the air for six weeks.
The whole season has been fantastic, and I’ll be very
surprised if it doesn’t form a big chunk of the kids’ earliest memories once
they grow up.
After a very long afternoon nap today, the final tonight was
the first match Alfie actually managed to watch, as he’s always fallen asleep
too early for all the others. Having now seen for himself what real rugby is
(as opposed to his usual rough & tumble with his mates in the playground), Alfie’s
now decided he wants to be an All Black (and a clown) when he grows up and
Molly’s going to come and watch him train every day. She is, however, worried
that he might hurt himself and asked many times tonight “whoever invented rugby
Mum, why did they make it so rough?”
Anyway, congratulations NZ – what a great tournament and a
great final! We feel very proud and privileged to have made you our home.
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