The standing ovation, the sheer noise, which accompanied Richie McCaw off a New Zealand rugby field for potentially the final time was a moment for those who revere the man to cherish. His charge towards the reserves bench while applauding the Eden Park crowd and beyond will live in the memory.
I hope it is the final curtain in this country for the great man, that he calls it quits after the World Cup, that he can get over the perfectly understandable fears about retirement (as he revealed in a Herald interview).
McCaw's psychology will be geared towards the cycle of preparing for matches, the contests themselves, the aftermath, the off-season, the season itself. The pressure, the roar of the crowd, the satisfaction of victory, the despair of defeat, and most importantly the player comradeship - he is bound to feel quite lost when suddenly removed from centre stage like many other sports stars no doubt have. But it is time, Richie.
As I have written before, his history of head knocks needs to be taken seriously, first and foremost by the man himself. Who knows if the damage has already been done, but there is no need to tempt fate further.
And then there's the clamour to bestow a knighthood on him. I hope he turns that down as well. The whole honours system is a crock of you know what, a ridiculous throwback to times which have no relevance today, an elitist game which evokes a class system that has no honour. It has come to represent the oldest advertising trick in the book, perhaps the only real advertising trick, of associating the product (in this case national leaders) with a successful item (in this case a great All Black).