My eight-year-old son, who is in his first season of tackle rugby, is playing his first night game tomorrow.

None of this will interest anyone apart from his parents, and those of his teammates, who are preparing to negotiate Auckland's Friday night traffic in order to get to the ground in a neighbouring suburb 30 minutes before the 5.45pm kick-off.

And neither, probably, will the last thing one of his coaches said to his team after they trained this week, something along the lines of: "We're going to be playing under the lights - just like the All Blacks