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”
I knew 3 – Kel Tremain and “Snow” White (both from Northcote, where I grew up) and Bill Clarke, Robin Fullmer‘s Dad.
(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….
I know of the team, but rugby doesn’t get a lot of coverage here.
Life is good!