Having watched the All Blacks demolish mighty Japan last night, I am now convinced that we will go all the way and win the 2011 Rugby World Cup.
In previous World Cups what has done for us is a chop-and-change selection policy, coupled with injuries to key players. Invariably we have ended up tinkering with midfield combinations, and the result has been disastrous.
But not this time. It doesn’t matter that the selectors can’t seem to play the same team or build combinations, or that suddenly our two best players are injured.
And if they want to bring someone new into the midfield (I always said Owen Franks was a natural 12), then that’s okay with me.
Because we are so good we could win the tournament even with 12 players on the field.
In fact, we are so good that if God put a team of superheroes and saints against us we’d still kick their arses.
Even if they all caught food poisoning the day before, a vomiting and incontinent ABs team would still make mincemeat of the best the world could put against them.
2011 is the year of the All Blacks. Not even the dodgiest and most corrupt referee can deny this year what is rightfully ours.
There’s nothing that can stop us this time, nothing at all. This is our moment, our destiny.
All we need to do is show up and the Cup is ours.
So I have only one message to the All Blacks management. Please, please, don’t let the boys travel to the final by train.