BASKING IN THE GLORY
What a world cup means... My French Husband (herein FH) eating his breakfast mumbles T'as fini (have you finished!) as he watches me downloading photos of the All Blacks. "Susie Susie I will catch you" He catches me desperately trying to wipe the beatific smile off my face as Daniel Carter pops up, yet again, on my screen. Oh dear, how many times times can one watch those old Jockey underwear ads with him doing sit-ups JUST in his undies...ah bliss! Getting serious, the World Cup has been monumental. And not just because this desperateanglohousewife's fantasies! As an offshore Kiwi, my heart has been in my throat everytime I hear the NZ anthem sung or watch " my boys" sling out the haka to their adversaries. The pride a Kiwi feels can only be undersdood by other Kiwis. A small country so isolated, national sports such as Rugby are paramount to our national dignity. Winning this World Cup is something we have been waiting