Like many Kiwis, I have huge admiration for Richie McCaw. He is an amazing and enduring rugby player and an obvious leader of men. But I particularly admire his reluctance to readily accept Prime Minister John Key's offer of a knighthood. He may well accept at some stage and I will still admire him. But in the meantime I wonder at his motives for refusing such an easily offered prize. I suspect it has a bit to do with his origins in heartland South Island, New Zealand.
In the early 1990s, I had a brief stint teaching at Kurow Area School in the Waitaki Valley, inland from Oamaru. It left a lasting mark on me. I still have good friends from this period. They tease me that Richie was in my soccer team at the area school winter tournament held in Roxburgh that year.
It was the zenith of my coaching career. The wind was howling down the field. We had the wind behind us in the first half. I told the team to fire at goal from anywhere. We were 3-nil up at half time. At the break I told them that should they get the ball, they should fire it into the creek beside the field. This would soak up time. It was preferable to battling the gale.
We won 3-1. It was the dubious highlight of my mediocre coaching career. I doubt Richie was actually in the team. But I still boast whenever he kicks the ball out, that I taught him that skill.
Kurow and the Hakataramea Valley, where the McCaw family farmed, is heartland New Zealand. Heartland New Zealand is about reputation rather than adulation. Reputation is hugely important because these communities are small and trust and reliability are more important than perceived status.