We were up 5 minutes beforethe kick off. Settled down with cofee in hand to watch the game. A “game for the purists” I was told later inthe day. I have to agree. Still great viewing if not open, come basketball rugby. A tense finish, though England showed cool heads, no panic apparent from this distance. I am looking forward to the final-“I’ve never met a nice south african…….”-tv show of the 80s.
In contrast, Dad took Joe to watch the Kiwis play the Kangeeroos at the stadium. It was a drubbing and painful to watch. The Kiwis may have won the national anthems-but nothing else.
It was so bad I left 15 minutes before the finish-even Joe did not put up much of a fight. I should have watched in tv and saved $43.
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere
