
Before we started, however, Sean thought we may have had an inkling of a chance in intimidation methods if we performed the haka. He took Dylan, Vinnie and Justin in his flanks and cautioned them- in all seriousness) that the warrior-dance had to be executed perfectly, for if they screwed up, the basketball giants wouldn't take us seriously at all and we would 'lose their respect'. Its funny, because I think everyone but Sean knew that that's exactly what was going to happen. When it did happen, Sean wasn't too happy, swearing his nut off at the boys in his little tribe. I really couldn't help myself, I had to laugh. =D =D Sorry Sean, but it was amusing.
So the game went as expected- a total tragedy for us. After a horrific loss, we tried teaching them how to play touch. They were completely stumped. It took a bit of practise rounds and they weren't quite there yet, but it was all in good fun. We took the games onto the basketball court outside of the rec centre (because we got kicked out so some others could train), somehow still enthused in taking a thrashing from the Spanish boys.
That's when we had a man down in team NZ: Leah dropped straight to the ground halfway through a run to keep up with the ball, screaming of calf cramps. It was strange, and kind of scary. She was crying in pain, but she wouldn't allow anyone to help her. I was worried, but glad she'd dealt with this before and knew how to fix it herself, seeing as though she wouldn't let us near her. She did a couple of laps around the court to stretch her legs out, and would be reassuring when one of us would run over to see how she was going every so often.
So the games came to an end, and we conversed with The Locals for a short amount of time, exchanging a few 'Todo bien tío!'s and, being the polite kiwis that we are, thanking them for sacrificing their afternoon to give us a hiding.


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