It was Sunday.
A not 'out-of-the-ordinary' day for attending church. Except, it was Sunday night close to 9pm. Several figures dressed in Black were moving around the main auditorium looking for a seat. A sense of anxiety filled the air....
The Rugby World Cup Final!
Yes, our church hosted screenings of several of the Rugby World Cup (RWC) matches as a different option to the pub scene, but still have the atmosphere of a crowd cheering for their team.
It was fun, it was stressful, it was ... the final!
I must admit I thought to myself that I'm taking rugby a tad too seriously as I was sitting on the edge of my seat ... nearly biting my nails (yes, I had a finger pressed firmly against my lips) ... feeling way to anxious about this game - nearly dreading the possibility ... no, I wont say it! ... mmmm... Yes, maybe a tad too seriously.
Be it as it may ... it was time. Two amazing teams going head to head - The Men in Black and The Men in White ... (as France kindly gave up their colours so 'we' can play in our Black Jerseys)
The National Anthem was sung - loudly!
The HAKA - ELECTRIC!
The Crowds (at the stadium, at church and I'm sure everywhere else) were swept up with emotion.
The whistle was blown.
The game was on!
I am an ALL BLACK supporter ALL THE WAY, but I must say France was a worthy opponent! I think BOTH TEAMS are to be congratulated. It was a CLOSE game. Really, how much closer do you get than a one point difference? 8 - 7
After all that though, the ALL BLACKS walked off the field as the winners of the Rugby World Cup 2011! Well done boys!
Oh, sweet victory.
Now ... I should BREATHE!