The celebrations kicked off in the city at midnight with jammed bars, queuing Irishmen, revelling Kiwis and the odd morose-looking Aussie wondering whether to shed their yellow bits.
Admittedly, it must be hard for them when something like this happens. We give the Aussies a really hard time when they're winning but when they're down, we can be cruel. To their credit they are gracious losers.
This is not a sympathy flag - I have met my fair share of them on the netball court and found many Aussie males to be chauvinist pigs.
We know, all too well, that it won't be long before they are back on top with their chests out, arrogance abundant and viewing us as they always have - indifferently.
But speaking to a couple of Aussie fans at the beginning of the cup, I was surprised to hear their views on the All Blacks. They see the All Black machine as the greatest asset for rugby.
They view it as bigger and brighter than their own Wallaby brand and they revere all that it represents. I was taken aback. We agreed that the ultimate rugby showdown is one between the All Blacks and the Wallabies.
Alas, now we will probably have to put up with boring stodgy northern hemisphere rugby in the final from either England or Wales. The main upsides to northern rugby are hot Italians and the cute Frenchmen.
But it's nice to know the Aussie hoodoo at Eden Park is still alive regardless of who they're playing.