Melodie Robinson DON’T TELL ME I CAN’T
My love affair with rugby started with a teenage crush on an All Black.
It morphed into Sunday afternoon matches in muddy cow paddocks in Dunedin, hilarious after match functions, some crazy injuries, then moved to serious rugby in my 20s with proper high-performance training and Government funding, and a lifelong relationship that has enriched my life in so many ways.
I’m so glad my dad introduced me to the game. It was 1987 and I was watching the final with him at home. What a match! JK with his glamorous blonde locks and outrageous gallops down the pitch and David Kirk – the love of my life at the time - lifting the cup.
That 1987 World Cup win was the first time I’d felt pride at being a Kiwi – world beaters – and it lit a
