I am writing this after just watching the French beat the Irish in a very boring game of rugby.  But that win has firmed up the likelihood of a AB v France quarter final, you see I cannot see Ireland beating Argentina.  I am not that happy about this, and I had a horrible flashback.  Not to previous World Cups, my medication is working on those, but to a bad day in the Cake Tin, when Jonah Lomu was forced to try and rescue a NZ 7s team in a quarter final game against the Fijians.  He came up ten centimetres short just as the final whistle blew.

 Well the rest is history, we lost that quarter final, and with that initial loss motivating them, the Fijians won the cup.  NZ went on to fail further in the bowl, upset at their early demise from the cup.

 The thing was the NZ team was playing well, and even that quarter final loss to Fiji was an "only just" affair.  But because Fiji had decided to play like school kids, and because we (the Wellington crowd) had cheered on their opposition, the UPSET of fate, had occurred and it didn't impact on the Fijians, it impacted upon the NZ team.

 So this morning I sat there and reflected about that game, the game where I sat and watched the Argentinian side UPSET the French, I recall the joy I felt, the excitement of watching the under dog win.  I recall that love for the UPSET.

But of course now I look at that quarter final, in Cardiff, and I think to myself, we are likely to be playing France there... and you know what damn I hate upsets