Best of RWC 2011
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I was living in Sydney at the time but was able to get permission to work from NZ for the month of the pool stages. Went to loads of games at Eden Park, Albany and Okara Park. It was a great atmosphere at every match I went to
I didn't even try to get tickets for the knockouts stages. I was at Cardiff in 2007 and thought fuck turning up to a knockout game again.. I just did the fun party section at the beginning
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@mariner4life said in Best of RWC 2011:
my favourite World Cup, only because i took a month off and went to a heap of games. Then went back for the Final
Same, although I was just working in between games and travelling. Oddly enough I couldn't get tickets for a match in Hawkes Bay but went to all the ABs and a fair few other games around the country.
I was trying to get into the city on opening night and the packed trains and buses just kept shooting by, but there was barely any traffic so it was easy just to taxi there and then back up for the game.
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Some of the pool games I went to in Rotorua and New Plymouth were just as much fun as the playoff games at Eden Park. Sitting on the embankment in the sun at Rotorua was much more enjoyable than a night game there.
I do remember driving down Sandringham Rd on the afternoon of the opening game and seeing Tongan flags everywhere.
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Epic tournament.
Went to 13 games; meant to be 14, but NZZPJr arrived on the night of the 3/4 playoff. Party atmosphere, the day the tourney kicked off was glorious, downtown was going off, the fanzone was full and closed 4-5 hours before kickoff, was like the last day of the school year.
Luckily we drove to Eden Park ... trains didn't work
The fan mile was an unexpected success. Boozing and bantering up to the ground; bumped into Stephen Moore's parents as we walked to the SF against Australia! They were happier before the game than after it.
EP was amazing. The temp stands at each end created an incredible bowl-like atmosphere. Still an incredible tournament, and the party through the group stages was non-stop.Biggest gripe for me was the schedulign didn't line up for a roadie. Would have been great to spend 4-5 days doing consecutive games in Wellington, New Plym, across to Hawke's Bay, Hamilton and then Auckland. Ah well.
Loved it as a tournament, and loved the Richie finally got Bill.
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2011 - Two memories.
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Biting our leather sofa. I was thinking "Not again, and not against France..." We replaced the sofa last year, and yes, the bite marks were still visible...
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Beaver coming on with a shirt 3 sizes too small and, when the ABs got a penalty, walking up and saying "Just give me the fucking ball". He was one of the most composed players on the field that day and utterly nerveless. Bless him.
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I don't know if it showed on TV, but some time into the second half the cops came out and ringed the field. I thought "oh crap they think we're going to lose so they're preparing to repel a crowd invasion". Also how quiet was the crowd about half way through the second half? Around us it went eerily quiet as people thought here we go again
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Was on a weekend away in N Wales with the missus on the day of the SF against France
We woke at 5:30, left at 6
Got to our house in Cardiff at 9
Was in the stadium watching it on the big screen at 9:20
Had flights to NZ on hold
Then Roland fucked it for us
Should still have beaten the Frogs despite the RC
Got back in the car and we were back in N Wales for afternoon tea
So close
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@Bovidae said in Best of RWC 2011:
I do remember driving down Sandringham Rd on the afternoon of the opening game and seeing Tongan flags everywhere.
Yep. I recall walking to the stadium for the opening ceremony and my wife remarking on how many there were. Atmosphere was outstanding.
Went out the next day to see France and Japan play at North Harbour. Down to Waikato to see ABs vs Japan. Took father across to see the game against France and then wife again for the last pool game in Wellington.
The final I couldn't get tickets for, but was a nervous wreck for the second half. The joy and relief was immense.
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I had organised a great pub off Grey's Inn for the morning, we had about 30 kiwis in there. South African pub manager, and he had Adnams NZ Hop Ales, plus czech lagers, and a solid breakfast.
Come the second half kickoff, a couple of guys retired to the bathroom with irritable bowel syndrome, very much provoked by stress.
With 20 minutes to go, a French family wandered in to watch, as the tension grew they fled - we were not given to violence, but there was real pressure circulating.
The win, the shock, the relief, maybe cortisol and blood glucose levels. I collapsed - we had won, we were on top of the world, everyone else could go and get fucked, 2007 erased!
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Mrs Meldrew has never known me to be so tense, stressed and out there. As a psychologist she was starting to worry about me...
Went thru almost a full bottle of single malt IIRC.
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That Warburton RC was appallingly bad. Up there with the Bismark du Plessis Double Yellow = Red in 2013.
Ten years on and the IRB still haven't sorted this shit out.
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@Victor-Meldrew said in Best of RWC 2011:
Mrs Meldrew has never known me to be so tense, stressed and out there. As a psychologist she was starting to worry about me...
Went thru almost a full bottle of single malt IIRC.
The day after the win was like the scene from Fever pitch. The win took me to a place of contentment that lasted for years, 24 years of heartbreak lifted when GOAT picked up that little golden trophy
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@Tim said in Best of RWC 2011:
I had organised a great pub off Grey's Inn for the morning, we had about 30 kiwis in there. South African pub manager, and he had Adnams NZ Hop Ales, plus czech lagers, and a solid breakfast.
Come the second half kickoff, a couple of guys retired to the bathroom with irritable bowel syndrome, very much provoked by stress.
With 20 minutes to go, a French family wandered in to watch, as the tension grew they fled - we were not given to violence, but there was real pressure circulating.
The win, the shock, the relief, maybe cortisol and blood glucose levels. I collapsed - we had won, we were on top of the world, everyone else could go and get fucked, 2007 erased!
We were in Dublin at the time. Pub was full of kiwisâŚand then a drunk obnoxious Pom who came in with amount 10 minutes to go and wouldnât shut up âyouâre going to chokeâ. Which is what we were all secretly afraid of. Such relief at the final whistle.
(Then the Irish being Irish started the whole France woz robbed by Joubert routine.)
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@canefan said in Best of RWC 2011:
@Victor-Meldrew said in Best of RWC 2011:
Mrs Meldrew has never known me to be so tense, stressed and out there. As a psychologist she was starting to worry about me...
Went thru almost a full bottle of single malt IIRC.
The day after the win was like the scene from Fever pitch. The win took me to a place of contentment that lasted for years, 24 years of heartbreak lifted when GOAT picked up that little golden trophy
I had a London based challenger bank as a client at the time. Nice people. The COO - an Irish lady - made a point of coming over and congratulating me. Classy touch
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Georgia were based in the 'rapa for a week, and the support they got was immense. All the kids had free Wairarapa loves Georgia t shirts, there was a huge parade when the team arrived. They were gobsmacked, the Georgians couldn't believe it.
I went to all the Wellington pool games, Tonga beating France was amazing, the atmosphere at SA Fiji was great- then rushing to the pub then catch the Irish beating Oz. I learnt land of my fathers to sing when Wales played SA, and was right behind the posts for the penalty that never was, it fucking sent over, disgusting call.
But the final was awful, just awful
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@Victor-Meldrew said in Best of RWC 2011:
@canefan said in Best of RWC 2011:
@Victor-Meldrew said in Best of RWC 2011:
Mrs Meldrew has never known me to be so tense, stressed and out there. As a psychologist she was starting to worry about me...
Went thru almost a full bottle of single malt IIRC.
The day after the win was like the scene from Fever pitch. The win took me to a place of contentment that lasted for years, 24 years of heartbreak lifted when GOAT picked up that little golden trophy
I had a London based challenger bank as a client at the time. Nice people. The COO - an Irish lady - made a point of coming over and congratulating me. Classy touch
I shook the hand of an old French guy after the final. He had a tear in his eye but it was a classy thing for him to do.
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@Machpants said in Best of RWC 2011:
Georgia were based in the 'rapa for a week, and the support they got was immense. All the kids had free Wairarapa loves Georgia t shirts, there was a huge parade when the team arrived. They were gobsmacked, the Georgians couldn't believe it.
To think there was a lot of shit in the mainstream UK media about how RWC2011 would be shit as NZ rugby fans were so biased, insular and arrogant that stadiums would be empty if the ABs weren't playing.
Watching from afar, one of the great memories was the groups of spectators wearing different coloured buckets supporting the smaller teams
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2011 was absolutely manic for me. Fluctuated between being confident about finally getting the monkey off our back to going for long runs to alleviate the stress of simply contemplating another 4 years of hurt.
There was however one weird, totally random sign that told me that this might finally be it. A couple of weeks before the final, the wife and I stayed at this nice spa hotel in Eastern Norway. I turned on the TV that evening and, remember this is bloody Norway, the Footrot Flats movie was on. Absurdly random. I felt that had to be a sign. Love that film btw.
My "enduring" memory is my wife and then 6 year old eldest son watching in shocked silence while I carried on like a demented idiot during the Argentina game.
Anyway, the wife was planning a weekend away with some friends and being such a lovely soul she said should could wait until after the final so that she could look after the kids while I lost my mind watching rugby. I told her not to and to keep to her plans. Murphy's law dictates that if she stayed home then we probably would lose to Aus and not even make the final. Yeah I was looking at every superstitious farking Voodoo doll advantage I could get.
So of course we made it and I had to watch the final while babysitting my youngest (then 2). Thankfully he was mostly behaved but I scared the poor bugger when yelling at the TV. Those last minutes were agony. At the final whistle I just slumped down to my knees in relief. To celebrate I took the lad to MacDonalds where I guarantee not a single person within a 50km radius even knew the game had been on. I remember picking up a newspaper that had nothing in it but shit about soccer and Ronaldo. Massive party for me!
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The only thing I take with any Nationalistic pride from that tournament was Manu Tuilagi getting the Auckland Ferry high diving gold.
