In New Zealand, there’s no greater achievement.
Once you’ve played for the national Rugby team, it’s not “Oh, he used to be an All Black”, it’s “He’s an All Black”
(Steve Fullmer once said “Man, I hit the jackpot – married a Maori princess and my father-in-law’s an All Black…)
Anyway, the Rugby World Cup gets underway in 24 days 00 hours 2 minutes and 9 seconds (at the time of writing), All Blacks are favourites and – given that it’s in the UK – I can watch it all at a civilised hour.
Drinking a short black, as they call a double espresso Downunder.
This one at – you’ve guessed it – kaffeekommune 2, where I hear the coffee grinder starting up as I park the bike and Tony doesn’t even ask what I want.
What a fine life….