Whoa! What’s this? A blog post?
It’s a month since the fight and I’ve barely had a chance to write anything. My journal entries are appearing every three days with variations of ‘I’m tired’; ‘No time’ and ‘Where’s the pause button?’.
I’d love to write all about the fight and training… but the much awaited videos are about to appear on YouTube, so I think I’ll wait until I get my gloves on a link to explain a little more about how the passive, book-loving me turned into The Geordie Juggernaut.
Last week, my sister (who is visiting Queenstown) and my partner James went to see the TOON ARMY play in Dunedin. Dunedin is, without swimming, the farthest you can be from Newcastle (home of the Toon Army, our football team)… so naturally the three of us had to get tickets and watch the match against Sydney.
We won 4-0 and had a good laugh at the ‘rent a team’ local students who’d turned up with a fair few Geordie chants memorized, and a lot of black and white paint. The match was tinged with sadness a little as two Newcastle supporters had died en route to the match on the MH17 flight shot down over Ukraine. A wreath was placed on each of their seats, we had a two minute scilence pre-match and then at the 28th and 63rd minute (the ages of the two gentlemen), the audience stood and applauded for one minute.
It seemed a touching and appropriate way of remembering those who died than calling for a deadly backlash.