If rugby is a religion — and for many of us it is, then making it to the finals in the Bay Wide competition is the Holy Grail — or the taonga in the jewel of our club rugby crown.
Up and down the land of the long white try line there will be little and large clubrooms lighting up the hangi fires, knocking off a kuni kuni and peeling the spuds, in preparation for the after-match kai to celebrate a season — win, lose or draw.
The road to finals day is paved with yarns of yesteryear. Each winning kick grows