Phew, so the boys in black managed to secure the required piece of shiny loot that the country has been lusting over for the last twenty-four years.
And we only had to sit through seventy-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds (give or take) of vague terror.
However the scary thing I found in all of this was not the mere one point victory, but was what my dream brain did with the Rugby World Cup.
Last night I dreamt that the Rugby World Cup wasn’t just a competition over rugby, it was also a chocolate chippie biscuit competition.
My dream didn’t go into the finer details of the competition but in the ticker tape parade it did have Richie McCaw on a truck brandishing the Webb Ellis Trophy. The truck was also hooked up to a trailer that was carrying the GIANT chocolate chippie biscuit that had won the baking competition. I must say, it was a fine looking biscuit.
Should I be very afraid of my brain?