Awhile ago, I was in a small English cottage lounge to watch the All Blacks play England on television. Our host, an elderly Englishman, asked if my son, Eru, my mate, Mattie, and I would do the haka to record on his video camera. My wife and daughter were also there and we agreed to do the haka with vocal support from the females.
When he went upstairs to fetch his camera, we had a quick practice of Ka Mate and decided to give it everything. The room was so small the sound would be thunderous despite our small number.
Upon our host's return, he held the camera against the stairway post for support and, when I asked him if he was ready, he replied "Yes thank you Ngahi" in his beautiful English accent.
We crouched, paused and engaged and, from the first "kia kau", his camera started shaking, which worsened as the haka got louder. At the end, the camera was shaking so much I was sure our host couldn't see anything through the viewfinder and thought he'd drop it at any moment.
And when the haka was finished, he brought the camera down slowly, face as white as tissue paper and looking as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.