Dear Diary,
Tumeke bro! I’m now officially a Lion, got the jersey and everything!
Well, I was a Lion when I was in the reserves for the Wellington Lions, but now I’m a British Lion. Check that out! I asked my Uncle Turoa and he reckoned he’s pretty sure I’m the first guy from my whanau, maybe even my whole iwi to be a British Lion. He’s gonna check anyway, just in case.
But bro, we are shit as, eh? Well, we were pretty shit till I came on, then we scored a try straight away and then I nearly scored one using the old Wainuiomata sidestep, but we got through in the end thanks to a try from one of the forwards called Alan Win Jones. I said to the boys after, we should just pick that Alan Win guy every week, cause then we’ll win, cause it’s in his name. Win? Geddit? Oh, I cracked up anyway. Some of these guys have no sense of humour, eh?
This week I’m sharing a room with a guy called Brian, who’s from a place called Dublin. I didn’t recognise him when I got to my room and he was already in there unpacking his stuff. I thought he was a forward for a start cause he’s a bit fat and looks like an egg, but then when I saw him taking off his T-shirt, and it was half over his head and half on his shoulder and for a second it looked like a sling, and THEN I recognised him!!! I said “Oh, bro you’re Brian O’Driscoll!!!” and he got all freaked out when he heard my accent.
