So much for predicting the mighty All Blacks would beat the French by 25 points or more in the final of the Rugby World Cup. The bumbling-at-times but still reasonably mighty Blacks won over the relentlessly disciplined French by 1 point. 1 point. Just 1 point. 8-7. To make matters worse the 'stadium of four million' had to endure that scoreline for (I cannot remember) thirty minutes or so.
But we won. We won. After 24 years of failing to win the World Cup we finally won. By just 1 point.
And really, the French scored 7 points as a result of a sloppy All Black play. We spectators were made to feel this win was very hard work. Much harder work than we had thought possible. So hard that it looked like deja-vu, that the French would win ... again. Non, ce n'est pas possible! Yet, in the end, the All Blacks also were relentlessly disciplined, giving away few penalties, and their bumbles, though almost crucial, were few.
But here is the majesty of sport: its unpredictability. So many games at this tournament were won by just one point (two pool games, one semi-final, the final; and one quarter-final was won by only two points). Who predicted that?
And no one, just no one in the four million of us predicted that Stephen Donald would play in the final and kick the goal which won the match!