yakstorm
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League crew deserve their day in the sun
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Did I miss something? I'm still standing on Queen St waiting ... for the ticker- tape parade for the Kiwis rugby league team.
I just don't get it. You could have inflated the Hindenburg with all the hot air blowing from the media about the All Blacks beating up a bunch of nobodies on another grand sham tour which had all the suspense of a good floss. The All Blacks get their asses kissed for merely doing their job and nothing more. They certainly didn't scale any great heights - it wasn't like they were really tested.
And yet here we have the Kiwis delivering the real deal in spades by knocking out the best team in the world in a cracker of a world cup final, and all they got was a quiet pat on the back before someone turned off the lights.
Where's the real parade for the boys, with the ticker-tape and the yahooing and back-slapping and chest- thumping!?!
If memory serves me right, New Zealand's world cup trophy case used to have enough room in it to park the Queen Mary. This is no longer the case thanks to the Kiwis, who completely rewrote the script. Australia thought hell would have to freeze over before they lost their stranglehold on the world cup - well, don't look now, but the devil is wearing a fur coat.
This was a genuine sporting moment for the ages, easily surpassing those billionaire pimps in America's Cup yachts who always seem to be on parade. And what do the Kiwis get? Zip, nada, the big fat goose egg from the Auckland City fathers - shame on you, John Banks!
And the media totally lost the plot on this historic sporting feat. Instead of shining the spotlight on the Kiwis' triumph, the post-match story was all about Kangaroos coach Ricky Stuart ranting at the referee.
It was pathetic really, especially when you consider that this same mob of scribblers is now all in a lather over the prospect of All Blacks prop Carl Hayman turning tail and running out on his contract with his struggling English rugby club, Newcastle. And nobody seems to think that it's wrong or bad taste or maybe a bit unethical for Hurricanes chief executive Greg Peters to be having unofficial talks with Hayman.
Let me get this straight - it's OK for a stud All Black to come home through the back door, but if you yell at a referee you're the scum of the earth. Double- standard, anyone?
Anyway, while I've got my spanking stick out I'll have to mention New Zealand Rugby League chairman Ray Haffenden, who's living in another time zone.
Big Ray boldly declared that the NZRL, in its own low-key way, would be doing its best to bring the world cup joy to the public. His big boast was that the cup was in the Santa Parade in Auckland - whoa Nelly, stand back!!
Here's a tip for you, Ray: the "low- key" approach probably worked in your era, right around when Fred Flintstone was yelling: "Yabadabadooo!" But in today's world - that's the one without horse-drawn carts - the old saying that "opportunity knocks but once" is a crock!
The truth is, there are all kinds of opportunities trying to kick down the door: the opportunity to be broke . . . the opportunity to catch horrendous diseases and die an ugly and terrifying death . . . and the opportunity to watch life's parade passing you by.
Those kinds of opportunities set up camp on your doorstep and come sniffing around your windows.
I'm telling you, Ray it's the good opportunities that actually stay at home. You've got to go knock on their door - hell, not just knock, but hammer, bite, scratch and claw!
Come on Ray, the players certainly did their job on the paddock, and now it's your turn to do your job ... make some noise Ray . . . make a lotta noise. Your players and the fans deserve it!