October 23rd, 2011

You were likely expecting some type of reflection on recent events in Brisbane, and while there should be a time and space for such words, we genuflect this present refrain on events at the Garden of Eden, 12 months in arrears from this very day, October 23rd.

Send in the World Champions.

Surely this moment and that time provides the appropriate context as we consider what has been a special period for the All Blacks nation. The anxiety of the final 20 mins would only be surpassed by the unbridled euphoria that grew after Brad Thorn grasped the ball in the lineout and the All Blacks mountain up front, began to make it move. When that final penalty was blown, the nation cut loose, and it was hectic like heaven-sent. There would be some minutes when the shock and awe of emotional chaos connected strangers into the mass of one. Man there was some love.

One nation under All Black.

On a personal front, I was fortunate to be live at Eden for the big matches, and none would prove as precious, nor as tormenting as the 80 minutes versus France. It has only been after the event that we have been given as inside view on the trials and tribulations of that time, underscored by the efforts of McCaw, adding a fracture on that foot, with each successful playoff win. Captain McCawesome has talked about the fight to keep away the wolves of historic doubt, even as other players have paid tribute to his leadership when they considered it possible they would melt in this kitchen. The mental hurdle would be so much more than the physical. The battle more surreal than ever dreamed.

We should not quickly dismiss this moment that lifted the weight of a nation's hope. Finally after an event seemingly stuck on a sickening repeat, the All Blacks had worked it out, and a nation more circumspect in its support was released to support out-loud. 

When BackingBlack was conceived, it was created with that destination in mind. They played. They warred. They conquered. What a time our of lives. We remember; one year on - World Champions! 

Say it again, George. Byron so enjoys it when you spit that line. 

What Say You?

Until Next Time

iamjonnyking