You’ve got to agree – we can occasionally be a bunch of whingers and whiners. When something amazing happens there are always those who will find fault and plenty more who will then jump on that particular band wagon.
I have a feeling the RWC will go that way too. But does it need to be that way? How can we reap the most benefit from this event? Certainly not by criticising and complaining about every misstep or perceived “issue” that the public probably didn’t really need to know about.
Putting aside the actual games, there could be plenty of negatives to highlight if we go looking, and are that way inclined – crowd control disasters, ticket collection nightmares, bully boy RWC officials clamping down on people breaking the major event legislation, shocking service by international standards or maybe even visitors’ bawdy behaviour, bad weather and of course sub-standard stadium facilities. All of this will be played out to a contingent of international visitors, including media, who will then share these stories throughout the world. Not to mention ear bashing those of us to listen to local news.
So right here right now I propose we put a ban on being unnecessarily negative about the RWC. Unless there is very good reason to raise potential issues, we should leave the criticism alone and focus on the good stuff. If you share my view then share these thoughts with others and put the brakes on the negativity.
My advice to the doom-sayers is to think of the Cup as being a bit like Christmas! Love it or hate it, the 25th of December will always be Christmas day and for many it is the happiest day of the year. If you’re a knocker, keep your bar-humbugs to yourself.
So, let’s approach RWC as a great opportunity to celebrate and enjoy one of the many things we are passionate about in New Zealand.
I never thought that I’d end up working as a journalist. In fact I vowed I wouldn’t. Like many of us, as a teen I lost a dear friend and his untimely, accidental death became the front page lead in the New Zealand Herald. I was livid and so was his family. It seemed so unjust and invasive that his dying was the business of anyone else. My friend had drowned in a known danger spot and the story, although painful and in this case reported inaccurately and sensationally, was news. It was news because it brought home the very real danger of swimming on a treacherous beach on a day when the beach was closed due to massive seas.