A colleague looked about upon entering North Harbour Stadium last night.
"Methinks we're in Little Johannesburg," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth as all around was a sea of South African jerseys, hats, scarves flags and painted faces which told an undeniable truth: this was Africa night over the bridge.
The stadium heaved with a near-full crowd - you'd wager very few from this country too. The fans must have known how the game would unfold, but no matter. This was more about the occasion - their team playing in their new homeland - than about the actual footy. South Africa's anthem was sung with gusto; Namibia's treated respectfully, but there were small pockets of support for their next door neighbours, little flickering flags in between solid walls of the rainbow colours. This was always going to be a game about margins - what constituted a good one for the defending champions; what would represent satisfaction for the country still chasing a win after 13 World Cup losses going back to 1999?
On that score it was South Africa's night.
In between periods of copping big hits, being outleapt at the lineouts and run over, Namibia did what country cousins are wont to do and hewed into everything.