- Andrew Cotter
- 24 Sep 07, 05:15 PM
This may be the quickest and perhaps least professional blog ever to hit the web but there are valid reasons.
Since I had to check my lap-top in with the rest of my luggage, I am left tapping away at one of those internet kiosks where you pile in coins (which are short).
You have to work as furiously as you can, while your time left, your money and possibly your life quietly slip away in the bottom right hand corner of the screen.
I am also encircled by one of the longest check-in queues I have ever seen, consisting almost entirely of All Black supporters - the army of is on the march again.
Continue reading "Hacked off with the Haka"
- Ben Dirs
- 24 Sep 07, 10:25 AM
Montpellier - I’d heard was a bit on the grim side, so when snaked round one last mountain bend to reveal the salty old Madam in all its glory, I was more than a mite surprised.
Stick a giant statue of Chrissy Waddle, arms outstretched, on one of the hills overlooking France’s second city, and you’d have a pretty close approximation of Rio.
The local legend and shambling old step-over merchant even had a similar haircut to Jesus, although I’m sure the son of God would have baulked at the idea of luminous socks.
So cocky are they about the weather in Marseille that they’ve only bothered putting a roof over one of the stands, and it was another rip-roaring evening on Saturday as we watched .
Continue reading "Salty old madam puts on a show"
- Phil Harlow
- 24 Sep 07, 09:42 AM
Murrayfield, Sunday - Don’t you just love the ? The best teams in the world, going hell for leather for victory, the underdog taking it to the favourites and all in front of a backdrop of fervent fans going blinking bananas.
That’s the theory at any rate. certainly didn’t live up to that ideal, or even come close to it.
Continue reading "Murrayfield mis-match is grey occasion"
