I have been too busy to comment on the final result of the World Cup game played last weekend, or indeed la petite-finale the day before...
There have been some commentators bemoaning the loss of a spectacle, with the almost purely defensive tactics of the English in almost all of the games running up to the final. The fact remains, as one of my (English) colleagues pointed out, the English were the closest out of either team in the Final to score a try...
Sadly, for New Zealand All Blacks and the Australian Wallabies, it doesn't matter how many games you win between World Cup Tournaments, when the game you really want to win in, you don't even get to play in...
My lovely English colleague says, and she is right, that the All Blacks would have given anything to have been in the last 2 World Cup Finals, and to have won one of them..., and those other 22 matches they've lost to the All Blacks amount to nothing.
Another colleague, a Frenchman, on his way to a new posting in the land of the long white cloud mentioned to me this week how good it was to have been a supporter of Les Bleus at a pub in Singapore a few weeks ago, with a bunch of Kiwis when they beat the All Blacks...(may not have been not such a good feeling at half time when the ABs were in front)
(Translation: If you believe one day that the All Blacks can win the World Cup)

Yeah right.
And "one day my prince will come!"