Nobody really gave them a chance - too laissez-faire, too casual and rumours of discord within the team.
I saw them on at least two occasions on the ferry, heading for long lunches at the vineyard restaurants of Waiheke Island. But they rose to the occasion and came within a whisker of winning the 2011 Rugby World Cup final. New Zealand breathed a collective huge sigh of relief when the final whistle blew at Eden Park.
Simple lesson: never underestimate the French. Their ability to surprise and frighten is a part of their volatile, passionate and unpredictable DNA.
When it comes to wine, whether we like it or not, France remains the benchmark for quality and style and every serious winemaker in the world knows the bar is set in the vineyards of Bordeaux, Burgundy, Alsace, Champagne and the Rhone.
We can grumble about the astronomical prices their premium wines now command, we can lament the inconsistency that often exists in mid-price and lower-end wines, we can bang on about the hyperbole that seems to precede every vintage ... but the fact remains: French wines command a level of awe and respect the rest of us can only dream about. The French themselves recognise their position of strength and are adept at playing to their reputation, even while secretly conceding their extravagant claims about various vintages are often absolute porkies.