I heard former Black Cap Jacob Oram say on Saturday he thought the result was "written in the stars" for the New Zealanders. He said he was not usually one for that kind of hippy-like sentiment but he felt everything had gone to script so perfectly up to that point, there was almost an air of fairy tale about the whole thing. And that's what it proved to be in the end; a fairy tale up until the final chapter called reality, where this exceptional team received what many of us hoped wouldn't happen -- a decent hiding. It was largely one-way traffic and had an air of unfortunate familiarity about it.
It leaves a bitter aftertaste, even though the plaudits from around the world are going to New Zealand and not the Aussies. Still, it was great to see those two working-class lads from Dunedin show the world how the game can and should be played.
We now need to show the world we're still the dog's bollocks when it comes to dairying. The quotas which have shackled the EU's dairy sector since the 80s have been officially abolished this week, paving the way for countries such as Ireland and the Netherlands, who also trade on a clean, green image, to target the same markets we do: China, Southeast Asia, the Middle East and North Africa. Until now, some markets have been reliant on New Zealand, but experts are saying the initial flush of new product could further soften international prices.
It's all rather depressing really, which is why I think the long weekend is shaping up nicely. Unless, of course, you're me ... I have a family gathering to attend at some camping ground in the middle of nowhere. The whole thing sounds like some sort of Christian retreat, complete with itinerary, communal food and communal facilities. Dear God, give me the will to carry on. First thing I'll be doing is loading the car up with boxes of booze to dull the senses and liven up proceedings. You never know -- a few rounds of Kumbaya might be slightly more tolerable half sloshed. Heck, I may even join in. Happy Easter readers.