Wednesday, 1 July 2015

We're getting ready to launch a new blog site!

Ruggerblogger is moving. Real soon. We are leaving blogger and launching a new WordPress-based website in this huge Rugby World Cup year. Our new site will be much more colourful… and responsive on all desktops and mobile devices.

Naturally the content will be the same: passionate from the hip, backed by infographics… and naturally biased towards our mighty All Blacks.

Launching before the All Blacks v Samoa Test Match in Apia on July 8 2015.

Hurricanes… I'm sorry. I want you back.

Yellow roses are traditionally considered a symbol of… friendship. With or without benefits.

I'm sorry, Hurricanes. Can you ever forgive me? I want you back. 

I may be looking back with the hubristic, faux wisdom that only leaving 40 in your rear view mirror can install, post-rationalising and all. Yet, deep down I do admit I was wrong.

When we first met one night at the end of last millennium, the world was our Tuatua: we were in our prime, the playing field was lush, we were cashed up and only interested in the razzle-dazzle of life. While Republica blared and the Chardonnay flowed, it seemed we couldn't lose. The stars shone and the flash-bulbs popped, whether we were on the red carpet or just out on the tiles. Life was as easy as A-B-C (Allen-Blair-Courtenay). Maybe everything did not go our way, but we did everything with a certain je nais know what… and I knew people envied us. Envied me. It was a whirlwind that always provided the unexpected. Hell, we came to expect the unexpected! I was the luckiest bloke around.

Travelling. Entertaining. The pressures of commitment year in, year out. Those all began to take a physical and emotional toll. It started to cramp the purse strings as other, more grown-up pursuits began to raise their heads. Fingers were pointed when things began to go wrong, words were said - and I admit I was quick to blame. I guess I could not handle the late nights out at any cost now, and our 'thing' started to become more casual, and then became a 'distance relationship' as I headed overseas.

I heard on the ex-pat grapevine that all of a sudden you stopped hanging with our old mates from our home towns. You took up with a clique of big city boys exclusively, and I could not forgive this loss of 'roots'. While I was away(in my mind broadening myself) you were becoming more hermit-like. This blinded you, weakened you; made you more vulnerable I thought. Some of those old friends have still not forgiven you. I guess I was not comfortable with your new priorities, but I failed to reach out to you. Though I crossed the ocean to come back home, I couldn't bridge that last small measure – the gap between us was now too big.

By the time you did look to change it was too late for me - and even though I was not sure you were seeking help in the right place, I failed to speak up. The sudden adjustments you made in your lifestyle I couldn't support. I know you had to do something, but cutting yourself off from your oldest friends seemed to much. You disappeared then. Let yourself go, and went off the radar to reboot, trying weirdo cleanse methods I could not condone.

I turned me back on you. I was wrong to do that.

But I saw you again, earlier this year and I almost didn't recognise you. You looked… younger. More vibrant, yet somehow calmer & confident. Who am I kidding - you looked hot! And you came over and greeted me… it was YOU who approached me again and said 'Hi'. I melted.

It's not a complete reconciliation yet, some hurt remains. But you have recovered from that self-improvement mumbo-jumbo of the last 3 years, and we have been seeing each other again over this year, testing the waters… as friends. Warm familiarity is steadily simmering into something more - maybe.  

“Are you doing anything next Saturday night?” you asked. You didn't have - you had me at Round 4. Like that Telecom ad from 1986, I even put on that old scarf you gave me this week.

This week you face the biggest night of your life, the final step in your rebuild and I'll be there to support you as you emerge Hungry-Caterpillar-like from your chrysallis.
The KLF once sang "What Time Is Love?". If it still stands a chance, I think we'll know about 9.05pm this Saturday night. This is certainly whatever passes for it at my age. It is definitely a new faith though, and admission of the bond between us, forged through good times and… fog.

I'm sorry. I was a fickle, emotional, wavering twat. Can you ever forgive me?

Thursday, 19 March 2015


 An updated version of our FREE iPad app is available now on iTunes here

The interactive Test match stat sheets for 2013-2014 feature all New Zealand’s Test Matches from the last two seasons against England, France, Australia, Argentina, South Africa, Japan, Wales, United States and Ireland.

Also included are infographics of all 2012 fixtures played by the All Blacks, and all 48 matches from Rugby World Cup 2011. Remember that? 

World Cup Double-down

With a strange klang of synchronicity, whenever All Black fans herald the arrival of a ‘World Cup year’, rugby union fans who also love cricket get double-down in the same year. It’s a crowded sporting calendar, and things will often butt up against each other, yet this cosmic alignment of New Zealand’s most popular summer and winter codes is a treat. It makes for a super-sized version of the usual convergence we get at the start of every year, when cricket’s domestic and home international cricket season oozes into the start of Super Rugby.
Yep, it's 2015 and the ICC Cricket World Cup returns to Australia and New Zealand, last here in 1992 when our own team rode a massive wave of popularity and form, using with innovations still talked about in one day cricket. That was in the days of The Young Guns.

Now, I know this is an All Blacks blog. However, I think it is worth pointing out that there is something very All Blacks-like about the way our Black Caps have turned things around in the last two-and-a-half years.

Remember the dark place our rugby team was in post-2007? Well, just think of all the turmoil this cricket team and management went through since late 2012: A new, not widely known coach, the scrappy removal of Ross Talyor as captain, the low point of being dismissed for a pathetic 45 runs by South Africa in the first innings at Newlands, a less than perfect tour of England, and losing one day series in Bangladesh (for a second consecutive time) 3-0. Throw in Jesse Ryder's off-field column inches, and the intrigue of fudge-packing Player X, and frankly you had an environment that would make Kurtley Beale prefect material.

Put flippantly, “What a difference 3 years make”. However, in reality, the blokes in charge of this team - mainly Coach Mike Hesson, Selector Bruce Edgar, Manager Mike Sandle (ex-Blues), Batting Coach, Craig MacMillan, Bowling Coach, Shane Bond and Trainer, Chris Donaldson -  have built an impressive off-field support structure that beautifully compliment’s skipper Brendan McCullum. There seems to be a calmness, a focus that lets a very well prepared & confident team just get on with what it wants to do on the field: play well, play hard, play fair. There is also a depth in the squad at the moment that reinforces this notion of a real ‘plan’ in New Zealand cricket. Enough depth to allow for a Plan B.

Sound familiar?

I have been quite humbled by McCullum’s tenure as Captain of this team. His aggressive batting style used to frustrate me; I couldn't work out which side of the genius/madman line he was on. In the last two seasons though, he has proven he is world class. If you get the chance to listen to him talk, in anything longer than a soundbite, you will hear a thoughtful, erudite, and humble speaker who repeatedly talks about the values he wants to be the DNA of this team. How much  he wants to perform for his team, his country and his fans. He wants to make us proud. It seems cricket has adopted the All Black mantra, of “it’s all about the jersey”.

I have no idea if Mike Hesson has looked at the All Blacks’ methods, or spoken to anyone in that organisation at all since he took the job. I may be clutching at straws here. Could even the overt, moneyed professionalism of the IPL be creating this new steely approach? Or perhaps New Zealand cricket is just in a remarkable sweet spot of having a great coaching unit at the same time we have a freakishly talented squad.

I am loving the ride though. Regardless of how far they go in this World Cup (and from the semifinals on it is a lottery) I think this squad will get even better, and climb the Test and ODI rankings to giddy heights. Cricket itself will benefit from having a team performing so well on the biggest stage right here in NZ. Kids will come back to the game.

For now though, whether it is cricket, or rugby (or even that strange soccer thing), one thing remains so true it is worth engraving in stone… or silver: ‘World Cups are special’. The atmosphere in Wellington a few weeks back at the Cake Tin as we mowed England was utterly amazing. Hairs were standing up on my neck as the capacity crowd chanted Tim Southee’s name. This was unheralded in cricket - well, not since 1992?

It has been a absolute pleasure having all these diverse nations’ fans pass through New Zealand, united in their love of a bizarre, beautiful game: Cricket. lovely cricket.
The real test starts this Saturday in our quarter final versus the West Indies. Sadly I can’t go. I would love to… but my mum is only going to be 75 once. So, do it for my Mum, Brendan.

Get on Twitter! #backtheblackcaps Let's Gone, the Black Caps!

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Twickenham loses the plot

It is a shame that the Rugby World Cup tournament will be held in England next year. Why? Because evidenced on the crowd at Twickenham on Saturday (8 November 2014, All Blacks V England*)  – the rugby supporting populace in the UK really don’t have the first clue about the game. 

The fans, dressed in their unfortunate tight English rugby shirts, looked en masse like a pile of bloated middle aged men on the way to a UKIP rally.  They carried on throughout the game by abusing, harassing and booing until their ruddy faces were positively purple.  What was meant to be an international test match at the (excuse me while I laugh) ‘home of rugby’, turned into a pantomime farce.

I’m sure many English supporters would say New Zealand crowds are no better, but there is one major difference here.  New Zealand crowds who are often criticised and lectured at by the British for being rude and not respecting the kicker etc blah blah blah don’t pretend to be anything different.  

Maybe the game on Saturday was particularly bad. It was my first time at an All Black match at Twickenham so maybe every test is like this.  It just seemed to me that maybe these hypocritical rugger buggers are a wee bit perturbed and jealous because their rugby team, no matter all the excuses and money poured into their union, is just a bit crap.  For me, I don’t care if the English sing an American spiritual during the haka (I don’t care how crowds respond to the haka either, truth be told I’m a sick of the overuse of the haka myself).

The problem is the hypocrisy and holier than thou attitudes, the gladiatorial like grilling and homophobic rants at the referee, and was the final scoreline influenced because of this? The fact that this loud borish crowd seem immune to the rules of the game, as well as the complete lack of good sportsmanship shown towards Richie McCaw when he was awarded Man of the Match after the game had finished. 

Maybe it is the whiff of superiority I sensed amongst the more vocal members too. They really are quite annoyed that this little ‘colonial’ nation (their word for us, not mine) has the audacity to be a more confident and skilled team. There is a feeling we need to be taken down a peg or two.  I guess if your team on the field can’t do it, you need to resort to desperate measures.

One thing is for sure. This is not about good old fashioned banter and ribbing. People are already talking. Twickenham needs to clean up its act by next year or the Rugby World Cup 2015 will be remembered for all the wrong reasons.

And it's not just me - here is today's Guardian's editorial:

*All Blacks won BTW

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

View from the North: 'How we beat the All Blacks mentally'

In an interview exclusive, Andy Farrell tells Stephen Jones from the Sunday Times of England's approach to the recent test series, how even though England lost, they still have come away from New Zealand with their heads held high and a new found confidence and psychological edge

“Well, obviously we were hamstrung. What with coming at the end of our long arduous English season which is patently more difficult, challenging and quite frankly, superior to any of this sugar puff super rugby you see in the south. I mean obviously, all those flimsy tries they score in the Rugby Championship. I scoff at those flimsy tries. Where is the forward domination? The manly men?

 "So what was I saying? Oh yes, that’s right, we were hamstrung. My main job in the first test was not to coach, but to highlight to any gullible hack of Wapping (you excluded of course Steve my main man), that we were playing our tenth string team against New Zealand. By explaining our disadvantages we managed to convey: 1) our general superiority -  English players also rule the European league; 3) our incredible strength in-depth if we did take those arrogant New Zealanders close; 2) a good excuse if it went tits up because we had sent our schoolboys on.

"But it didn’t go tits up in that first test in Auckland did it?  I mean we won! We won every phase of that game! Well, we should have won if there had been more time on the clock and we would have won too if it hadn’t have been for that pesky ref and Aaron Cruden.  Well, we deserved a draw at least.  We clearly got the better of this aging All Blacks side.  We had the edge.  We were superior in every facet of the game. Every facet! Except maybe the restarts.  Oh, and the lineouts. And general broken play. And the backline of course. And the final score.  But other than that – S. U. P. E. R. I. O. R.

"From here we laughed. And we talked.  Oh how we love to talk to each other in the dressing room.  We stand in a small huddle and use large Churchillian phrases straight from the trenches and we yell them at each other in loud booming voices. We talk of warfare. We talk of pride. We talk of the Black menace that is no more. Once more into the breeches!  England Expects!  We love to talk to anyone with a dictaphone really.  Joe Marler, a man that the Rugby Hall of Fame is no doubt warming a special plinth for in a few years’ time such is his memorable talent, did quite some talking to his mate Mick Cleary, ‘We have banished our inferiority complex! New Zealand are fallible! They are just 15 people on a field, running around, arms flailing, trying to understand the rules as much as the rest of us!’

"James Haskell went (several) steps further saying: ’We are special. We are competitive yet positive and extremely professional … yet humble.' James warmed the bench for two super rugby games in 2012 so he knows all about rugby down there.  He told me, 'I will debunk the ‘superhuman’ myth right here. Debunk it I tell you! They are mortal. Mortal! Armchair pundits would have you believe the All Blacks are doing something revolutionary.' Basically what James was saying is that All Blacks are actually really crap when you look closely at it all.

"So it was a slight glitch to lose the second test with our main calvary back. I must admit, I didn’t see that coming.  We were playing at Forsyth Barr Stadium in Dunedin, a venue where we have tasted more success than this All Black team (and yes, beating Georgia and Romania there during the RWC of 2011 for us does count). That All Black backline.  We didn’t quite know what to make of them.  I mean, they look for overlaps! They run onto the ball at speed! Weird way to play rugby if you ask me. They may think they have flair and brilliance, but we have something greater than that in our very own secret weapon - our SplAshton - swan diving his way over any line he can, even in extra time when we’ve lost the game! Now that’s flair for your right there New Zealanders!  Make a note of the crazy way we roll!

"When we found ourselves 2-0 down in the series I won’t deny, we were flummoxed as we were clearly the better team.  But we claimed the psychological victory in the end, by drawing with the All Blacks in the last half of that third test.  We are on the up now well and truly.  As McCaw and co must know, you’re only as good as your last game. We have laid down a marker and the rest of the world are quaking. The tour has been a great sucess for us. We have asserted our credentials.  At Fortress Twix we are World Cup Favourites, heck, let's just start calling us World Champs right now shall we?! We’ll ride that chariot into town.  We will be there, ready to fight them in the battle. What is our aim? It is victory. Victory at all costs."

Friday, 13 June 2014

“It’s the putting right that counts”

It can't happen again, Can it? No. It can not, and will not.

Last week was a horrible glitch in our national matrix; an All Black abomination and Brainfart-a-thon of such totality that coach Steve Hansen was bang on when he said “If we turned around and said, ‘So and so shouldn't start because he played poorly,’ then we wouldn't have anyone on the park.”

So, let’s all get it off our chests and let the team go hard on the training pitch for a week. Every sane armchair fan will know that no one will have felt the pain of that performance harder than the players themselves - they came terribly close to a Looney Tunes-style banana skin last week, and almost limply handed over the Eden Park Hoodoo  to a ‘second string’ (Waa! Waaa! Media cliché klaxon!) England team.
We had our (limited) chances to bust out last week, but for inexplicable cases of the dropsies. The Yips seemed to follow the outside backs home from the driving range last week. It was the sort of performance we usually save for Rugby World Cup knock out matches.

“If we turned around and said, ‘So and so shouldn't start because he played poorly,’ then we wouldn't have anyone on the park.”

Yet, the reshuffle of starting lineups has come from the Red Rose team. Stuart Lancaster has performed surgery on his backline, and excised the very midfield that caused us so many issues last week - dropping Kyle Eastmond, and shifting Manu Tuilagi to the right wing. In comes a completely new 9-10-12-13 combo of Danny Care, Owen Farrell, Billy ‘36’ Twelvetrees and Luther Burrell. Gamble or sure thing?
Actually, I’m keen to see Manu on the wing. This guy loves his rugby, he was smiling at his opposites as they formed up across from each other before scrums last week. And having him face up to the returning Julian Savea is a juicy prospect. Go, The Bus!
The English pack pretty much remain though, and their impact last week was huge. They will not back down one iota, so our loosies are going to have to be more visible this week. Actually, I'm not talking about you, Jerome. [Bromance Alert]
So, wheel them out again, Shag. “It’s the putting right that counts” as legendary whiteware purveyor LV Martin used to say. I’m liking Ben Smith getting his chance at 15 now, so Cory Jane can return Gazelle-like to his natural plains out on the left. Let's see that fend, CJ! And I'm hoping that Aaron Cruden takes on the line more this week after not running it at all last week. Whether that was lack of confidence or a game plan (or combination of the two) I don't know - but a bit more front foot from him, and Savea or Ben Smith sharking off his shoulders and we’re back in business.
Off the pace? Complacency? Under prepared? Whatever it was, I think they will have awakened from that fever dream, their Steinlager hangover. This week under the roof at Forsyth Barr, conditions will provide the perfect stage for the All Blacks to unleash their preferred high tempo rugby - provided Jaco Peyper cuts down on the endless Glee-like English huddles before every set piece.
New Zealand by 12+ this week.