There is, indeed, reason aplenty to rejoice, and also to revel in the manner in which victory was achieved.Today, the country, as one, is celebrating a new group of national heroes. The All Black team that defeated France in last night's Rugby World Cup final at Eden Park will be feted for a long time to come. Rightly so. If one thing has been learned since the All Blacks raised the Webb Ellis Cup at the first World Cup, it is that victory in this tournament is a colossal feat. The win in 1987 seemed almost to be taken for granted, but the 24 years since have been a story of wrecked dreams and wretched misadventure.
There is, indeed, reason aplenty to rejoice, and also to revel in the manner in which victory was achieved by a team applauded worldwide for the power and panache of its play.
No one could surely begrudge the All Blacks this accolade. They upheld their ranking as the world's top team over the past four years in emphatic style, emerging from the tournament undefeated. Likewise, no one could surely resent the fact that it fell to Richie McCaw to lift the trophy. In 2009 and 2010, he had confirmed his status as one of this country's greatest players by winning successive International Rugby Board player of the year awards.
This year, however, was as much about character as ability thanks to a nagging foot injury. Somehow he has managed to play up to his own, highest standards.
McCaw has also had to captain a team that suffered more than its fair share of mishap during the cup campaign. The way it overcame this will be the stuff of tales that are passed down through the generations. The early loss of Dan Carter, probably the world's best player and the finest first five-eighths ever produced by this country, would have been an unsurmountable setback for a lesser team. The tournament-ending injury to his back-up, Colin Slade, soon thereafter seemed almost to smack of a jinx. Yet out of the Manawatu stepped Aaron Cruden to quell a nation's anxiety as he stamped his mark on this most pivotal of positions.