A bunch of blokes tossing around a ball in an impromptu game of touch; a few people resting on the edges of Chaffers Park, reading and picnicking, while behind a jazz band played in the produce market. Over towards Te Papa, the fruit & veggie market was in full swing, albeit a bit quieter than it is usually at this point on a Sunday.
A long weekend, with some folk away; plus a few more regulars grabbing some extra zeds after getting up early to watch the All Black vs. Springbok semi, all played their part, I suspect.
The general atmosphere is one of a chilled out, civilised and relaxed Kiwi Sunday.
I’d like to think the scene this morning – and, more importantly, the general mood around it – would have been the same if the ABs had lost.
Perspective is all.
Edge of the seat stuff while the game is on – and today’s game was a traditional All Black-South Africa match in that it was incredibly intense, quite scraggly in bits, and not all that pretty at times.
Oh, and we’re bitching about the reffing.
The more the ruck ball rules changes, the more things stay the same.
The French should come up with a saying about that, though perhaps it should be rendered partly in Afrikaan & partly in Welsh.
New Zealand is into the final, against the Pumas or – more likely – the Wallabies – but I hope that whatever the result next weekend, we’ll take it in our stride.
British author Kingsley Amis used to rekkin a bad book review might ruin hs breakfast but he wouldn’t allow it to ruin his lunch.
It’s a good rule which I think we should apply to All Black losses – even if I don’t quite believe Amis took his own advice (oh, and one of the reasons he might not have allowed it to upset his midday meal was his lunch was generally of the alcoholic variety).
But it’s the principle of the thing.
Win or lose next week, New Zealand will still be the relaxed, civilised country we can, at our best, be.