Like most of us armchair All Blacks, Sunday night was a nail biter.
There was more blood than a butcher shops floor spilt by the boys in black and come half time the countries power grid almost collapsed from a million kettles being anxiously boiled at once.
Hearts palpitated, gods were internally emailed and every time Peri went to kick his koro was swamped with karakia.
Where was Michael Jacksons' doctor when you needed him this armchair All Black asked?
Knees up to corker Corey who jumped higher than a Harlem globetrotter and 14 times number 14 kept the ball closer than a mother with a new born baby.
Then just like jersey number 14 the rugby ball and the country were in safe hands and Matilda was waltzed back across the Tasman.
And the long white cloud who had held its breath for 24 years gave a huge sigh of relief.
And the crowd sang:

Ma Ma Nonu – have you one more try
Oui Oui No Nu make the Froggies cry
One for the oil slick and one for Christchurch's pain
And one for the Cave Creek boys
Who live down memory lane

Ma Ma a Nonu - have you one more win
Yes sir yes sir make the nation grin
One for the country, one for its pain
And one for your AB Bros
Especially Corey Jane

Kia kaha Broblacks.

Tommy Kapai, Te Puna.