It’s true. We can do whatever we want. Stay up late way past our bedtimes? Pfft, do it all the time. Get fucked mum, I’m a kiwi. I do what I want. Wander around offside? Fuck yeah! All the ref’s are our pals. They’re in our pockets. Have been for a decade. Nothing to see here Sir, amirite? Tool along down the motorway on the wrong side of the fucken road? “Kiwi here, right of way, doing whatever I want, move of it or lose it, fellow commuter.” Yellow cards for obstruction inside the 22? Fuck no. That’s for non-Kiwi’s. Thanks ref! You’re our pal. See ya next week mate. Practice? Fuck that. I mean we COULD practice, if we wanted to. Because as Kiwi’s, we can do whatever we want. But tackling practice? Passing practice? Sounds way too much like work. Nah, let’s just rock up on the weekend and see what happens.