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Learn the lyrics and learn how to play!

To some, including this old geezer, there is only one sporting trophy that really is worth the metal it is made out of - the Bledisloe Cup.

The cup represents rugby union supremacy between Australia's Wallabies - world champions and all around good guys - and the evil hordes of darkness, New Zealand's All Blacks.

Now as I was settling in to my recliner on Saturday, invigorated with a double helping of sugar in the old black tea, I switched on the box and waited for the on-field fireworks.

Played at Carisbrook, in Dunedin, where no touring country has ever beaten the All Blacks, the Wallabies were not only facing 15 feral sheep chasers in front of a rabid crowd of Aussie-hating vowel murderers - they also needed to put up with a singer who didn't know Advance Australia Fair.

Okay, in a sporting contest you expect teams to try the odd little thing to put you off. They could turn off the hot showers, poke you in the eye as you head along the tunnel on to the park or, and this is a rugby league favourite, stick your finger up an opponent's bottom. However, rugby's gentlemanly start to the chaos - the national anthems - is almost sacred.

Well, the Kiwis screwed us on that front by picking some local warbler who didn't have the good manners to learn the words to our anthem. The fact that half of Australia doesn't either is not the point.

Anyway, whoever Lipi Pipi Whatever-his-name-is, he botched it big time and so I thought I'd leap up on to the coffee table to do the right thing by the boys. I was belting out a great rendition when matron points out the fact that in my excitement I had forgotten to put pants on ... or undies for that matter. No wonder Enid cheeks were glowing - and I thought it was the idea of a fierce grapple in a scrum. By the time I got back we were five points down and not looking good (especially Enid who was still in a daze).

Still, the guts and character of the Wallabies came to the fore and they not only fought back, but hammered the men in black sick by 23-15.

Now to any Kiwis out there here is a quick message. If you want to play with the big boys there are some things you need to learn.

  • The Bledisloe Cup is ours.
  • The letter i is not pronounced a,e,o, or u.
  • The Bledisloe Cup is ours.
  • The words to our fine national anthem
  • The Bledisloe Cup is ours.
  • How to play rugby
  • The Bledisloe Cup is ours.

 

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