100 Days Project

Lu: 100 Big Days (and Nights) Out

I realised I have kept a heap of tickets to mainly music gigs & festivals over the years, as well as a lot of sports fixtures, from both here, UK and Europe. So each day there will be a photo of a ticket accompanied by a hazy memory from that gig… and a musical tip to go with it.

As I go, a playlist on Spotify called ‘100 Big Days Out’ will be built up of the tracks I single out from those gigs/artists/events. Check it out http://open.spotify.com/user/1230930937/playlist/68S65odxiGB6v7hz4exHTL

Day 69:

New Zealand v Scotland, RWC2007, Edinburgh, September 2007

Looking back, a 40-0 win looks like another awesome effort by the All Blacks in their less than challenging pool, but I clearly remember every one of our posse was shaking their heads and doubting that the team was rising to a peak in time for the knockout stages. One young dude we talked to actually got shitty, said that we were knocking the All Blacks. However, we were not being harsh, it was obvious we were looking undercooked. There were dropped balls galore and the backs even looked confused at times. I actually think the two teams could not tell each other apart in tight play - the similarity of their strips, especially the upper body, was too ridiculous. Bring Back Black! Some set ‘moves’ seemed to be slowly appearing, and I love it when the All Blacks execute good ones. I know the score did not matter in the big picture, and the Brains Trust (supposedly) had a plan, but the need to produce our A game against France in the Quarter Final was desperate. The result after Cardiff would see either the host nation (France) or the favourite (us) go home. It was a hilarious weekend again. Every Kiwi in the UK must have converged on Edinburgh, the town was swathed in black and it was an inescapable fact that the Rugby World Cup had hit town, even more so than in the two previous games at Marseille and Lyon. The Scots were also out in force, but as the big screen revealed the line-ups in Murrayfield, the cheers of thousands greeting each All Black name made it clear that the Scots may not have the home ground easy ride they wanted. Jonesy again found a celeb: this time he cornered pig hunter and part-time All Black Keith Robinson (he and Mils Muliaina had pass-outs) in a pub the night before. I think the big guy was there with friends or family for a quiet catch up, but he was kind enough to accept a five minute inquisition from us ... though the strange swing of topics that we were unleashing, from hunting, to training, to injuries, to where he and the boys should be going for the best pizza in Aix-en-Provence must have been daunting. I think we were pretty boozed by then. Robinson said he was itching for a run at Romania and things were looking good for that. Looking back now, with 7 years hindsight, I think that ill feeling after such a loose performance against the Scots, with the knockouts looming was to be prophetic. No one would believe us at the time… but we all knew we’d been here before. Ooh la la. Any chance to play some Mogwai gladly accepted: ‘I Know You Are But What Am !?’