Positive chat! Final plans, What are you doing? Where are you watching?
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<p>I'm in a pretty bad situation. Last week I foolishly escorted a pack of clueless socialist continentalists comprised of girlfriend, friends of girlfriend, child, mother in law, friends of friends, new colleagues, etc to Coco's Outback last week in a lame attempt at equanimity. There was a couple of other kiwi's, one of whom brought her kids to add to the atmosphere. Got there 45 minutes before kick off to find it was actually jammed full to the brim with Japies, access not even physically possible for a single man, let alone my united nations of Benetton delegation.</p>
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<p>We settled in maybe the worst tourist bar in the worst tourist area in all Amsterdam, conveniently located right next door, and watching the game on a regulation size televison set above the bar with some other fluffybunnies that didn't have the good sense to arrive four hours before the game. I started off relaxed and felt oddly confident at half time, spending half my time leisurely answering questions such as "Who's New Zealand again?" and "I understand all the rules but I don't understand why they don't just throw it forward like in the NFL?".</p>
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<p>I ended up alone cuddling the other two kiwi's as full time beckoned while the rest of our contingent ordered bar snacks and chatted merrily about their insignificant lives. The word that came to mind was 'what a fucking circus - never doing this again'.</p>
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<p>Anyway, good result, thought that was that, I can revert to my Rancid Schnitzelesque 2011 final approach of pacing in my boxer shorts drinking cans of beer, crushing them as though they are voodoo dolls and throwing them around the house while making grunting sounds and twitching movements.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately the whole 'not quite Coco's Outback but another shit tourist trap with overpriced beer and a tiny screen' experience went down a treat with these muppets. I even had one good Amsterdam friend who HATES sport in general, will barely even wear anything orange when the Netherlands are in the football world cup (which is almost unheard of, EVERYONE jumps on the bandwagon - way more than NZers with Rugby, which is saying something), texting me with "I absolutely loved it, way more exciting than football, same bat time and channel next week?"</p>
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<p>So the entourage is twice the size on Saturday. Living the Dream.</p> -
<p>TR Jnr wants to get up and watch with me, only problem is the little fecker never stops talking and asking me questions about anything and everything!</p>
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<p>I'm in a pretty bad situation. Last week I foolishly escorted a pack of clueless socialist continentalists comprised of girlfriend, friends of girlfriend, child, mother in law, friends of friends, new colleagues, etc to Coco's Outback last week in a lame attempt at equanimity. There was a couple of other kiwi's, one of whom brought her kids to add to the atmosphere. Got there 45 minutes before kick off to find it was actually jammed full to the brim with Japies, access not even physically possible for a single man, let alone my united nations of Benetton delegation.</p>
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<p>We settled in maybe the worst tourist bar in the worst tourist area in all Amsterdam, conveniently located right next door, and watching the game on a regulation size televison set above the bar with some other fluffybunnies that didn't have the good sense to arrive four hours before the game. I started off relaxed and felt oddly confident at half time, spending half my time leisurely answering questions such as "Who's New Zealand again?" and "I understand all the rules but I don't understand why they don't just throw it forward like in the NFL?".</p>
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<p>I ended up alone cuddling the other two kiwi's as full time beckoned while the rest of our contingent ordered bar snacks and chatted merrily about their insignificant lives. The word that came to mind was 'what a fucking circus - never doing this again'.</p>
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<p>Anyway, good result, thought that was that, I can revert to my Rancid Schnitzelesque 2011 final approach of pacing in my boxer shorts drinking cans of beer, crushing them as though they are voodoo dolls and throwing them around the house while making grunting sounds and twitching movements.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately the whole 'not quite Coco's Outback but another shit tourist trap with overpriced beer and a tiny screen' experience went down a treat with these muppets. I even had one good Amsterdam friend who HATES sport in general, will barely even wear anything orange when the Netherlands are in the football world cup (which is almost unheard of, EVERYONE jumps on the bandwagon - way more than NZers with Rugby, which is saying something), texting me with "I absolutely loved it, way more exciting than football, same bat time and channel next week?"</p>
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<p>So the entourage is twice the size on Saturday. Living the Dream.</p>
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<p>simple plan. get there fuck off early. as soon as you arrive, announce you need to take a "nervous piss" then ditch them, zip next door, turn off your phone, and watch the game. Wander back in, elated, a couple of hours later, and you won't give a fuck what grief you get</p> -
<p>After all the stress this will be me after the ALL BLACKS win</p>
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<p>TR Jnr wants to get up and watch with me, only problem is the little fecker never stops talking and asking me questions about anything and everything!</p>
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<p>My son just reads the score to me... alot</p> -
<p>ha that's what Miss TR does...she is keen to get up too, but gee I much prefer watching alone, in the dark :)</p>
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<p>8am Califiornia time and I will be listening on the iphone while I watch my daughter play soccer. Can't get out of it and the boys game is at 910am. Hope to watch the replay with my English and Welsh friends in the afternoon. Hadyn (Welsh) bristles whenever I mention the dive. Go ABs. </p>
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<p>I'm too old for an all nighter and really don't want to meet up with a bunch of people who have been drinking for 10 hours. I'm going to be somewhere where the neighbours are a long way away and then I am going to scream, yell, swear, mutter dire warnings, pace the room, punch things and tell anyone who speaks to SHUTTHEFUCKUP!</p>
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<p>I will make sure to take my blood pressure tabs before turning TV on as if its anything like 2011 I will need all the medication I can get.</p>
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<p>If we win - it will be time to cook a bloody feast for breakfast, go for a walk, go the pub and devour every media report from every country on the globe.</p>
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<p>If the unthinkable happens. I won't talk - possibly for days. I will probably manage to go on Fern to congratulate the Aussies but I will avoid radio, TV and every other outlet for the rabid whingers. Telling everyone that it's only a game and not believing if for a moment.</p>
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If the unthinkable happens. I won't talk - possibly for days. I will probably manage to go on Fern to congratulate the Aussies but I will avoid radio, TV and every other outlet for the rabid whingers. Telling everyone that it's only a game and not believing if for a moment.<br><br>
I'll get over it pretty quickly though. By Xmas I should be coming right.</p></blockquote>
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So, if late inclusion Quade Cooper steps around McCaw and Read before throwing a 30m cut-out pass to Mitchell then follows around to score before kicking the winning conversion from the sideline, best not to call you?<br><br>
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So, if late inclusion Quade Cooper steps around McCaw and Read before throwing a 30m cut-out pass to Mitchell then follows around to score before kicking the winning conversion from the sideline, best not to call you?<br>
Noted.</p></blockquote>
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Blood pressure. Rising. <br><br><br>
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<p>Going shopping on Saturday for a bottle of bubbles, beers, bacon, sausages and so on.</p>
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<p>The result will probably dictate whether or not any of the alcohol gets consumed. Lose and in the cupboard it will go.</p> -
<p>Only time I had champagne on ice was for 1995 final never again.</p>
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<p>I have (sad but true) a little shrine in my bedroom with memorabilia from 2011 final including 3 unopened cans from Eden Park that night.</p>
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<p>I figure counting this weekend I'm unlikely to see more than 6 more finals so I can probably drink one every time we win.</p>
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So, if late inclusion Quade Cooper steps around McCaw and Read before throwing a 30m cut-out pass to Mitchell then follows around to score before kicking the winning conversion from the sideline, best not to call you?<br>
Noted.</p></blockquote>
Only way Kqwaiyd throws a 30m cut put pass is if it's forward, so in Ayoub (is he the TMO?) we trust...:( -
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<p>Was offered a couple of tickets to go but turned them down. Am I mad? I want to watch the game on telly where I can get truly fucking emotional, rant, throw things, etc. Can never see squat at the stadium and can't be arsed trying to fight my way out of Twickers. God I'm getting old.</p>
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<p>Have you replaced your telly or are you going to watch through the window at Currys? :)</p>
