Sitting on the ute in the freezing cold but not caring cos your mates were there. Eating oranges at halftime. Freezing to death on the wing. Those were the days when wingers did very little apart from score the odd try. Rolling down banks after the match getting muddier than the actual game. Eating sausages that nearly burnt the inside of your mouth. Doing it again next week. Loving it!
The birthplace of New Zealand. Landing place of Kupe and enriched in Maori and Pakeha history. Add to this that it is my home and the most beautiful place in the world and you're onto a winner. Hokianga te moana Hokianga nui a Kupe whakapau karakia e.