rain rain rain .. we’ve had heavy monsoon showers for last 5 days or so. It was particuarly heavy in the weekend. many of the north eastern suburbs are flooded out, despite resounding promises about a floodfree city by the council leaders all through May. Same shit, different year.. Mumbaiikers have been hearing this story for along time now – the City of Dreams is also the City of Big Fat Lying Promises. Lucky for me I live in the South so don’t have to put up with overflowing gutters and delayed public transport.
But, i do enjoy the rain, nothing beats falling asleep to heavy showers on against your windows. So the rain and grey skies are not to blame for my current sad mood. The cause of that can all be attributed to SPORT, and LOSING! *sniff*
Went to a great gathering on Saturday afternoon – the NZ and Australia Business Association got a group together to watch the first Trans Tasman rugby match of the season. I went along and joined 3 other kiwis to support our All Blacks, was decked out in my cool new All Blacks jersey and full of confidence in our mighty team. Halfway through, everything was great.. the kiwis were joyful, the 30 Aussies were despondent and I was texting Dad about how satisfying it will be to win in a room full of Aussies.
And then we had a man sin binned, they got a try and suddenly the scoreboard was in their favour. And it didn’t change as the Aussies pulled some great defense from our of nowhere. and then the 80 minutes was up and us Kiwis had out heads down and tails between our legs..
Well, at least we’ve got the sailing, we thought.
Because over in Spain, a grand battle was underway. The Kiwi Kiwi’s versus the Swiss Kiwi’s in a best of 5 championship to take home the Auld Mug. By Saturday the score was 4-2 to Alinghi, and a windless day then gave both teams and extra days rest.
Last night in the office, after everyone had left, I turned up my internet radio and settled in to hear the kiwis even up the series. This was it, a do or die match, we HAD to win.
And it was close. So so so close. Right up until the last mark, it was anyone’s game. Then Team NZ incurred a penalty and I, and all kiwis that were watching it, cried out NOOOO!! in disbelief. It was over… or was it..? Then the unbelievable happened. Alinghi, who had powered out to a 100m lead, were victim to a wind shift, their spinnaker dropped, they fumbled, and time stood still.. New Zealand cruised on pass towards their line, with only their penalty turn still to take. Breaths were held, tv remotes were clutched with white knuckles.. could it really happen? NZ’s turn had left them at a virtual standstill and a million mouths were trying to blow them towards that finish line. Alinghi had straightened out and was heading towards the line, they came up even with NZ.. and then….. glided past and won, by ONE SECOND.
we could all finally exhale, in disbelief.
It had been an exciting competition but the billionare’s boat had come in ahead if us. Again. All we can be thankful of is that at least we gave then better competition that the last Cup when we lost 5-0. And it was good competition. Good enough to feel proud of, but not quite good enough to win. And it still means we were beaten by a landlocked country, at our own sport.