This was however, simply a ball, but the reverence it
was already being shown, was in some ways frightening. Stephen, obviously had
some form of ‘connection’ with either A; the All Blacks (despite his size, it
was doubtful he had yet been asked to apply to play with them, but even that
was not impossible), B; Carrisbrook ‘The house of Pain” (perhaps he had worked
as a ball boy on the day? Yet very doubtful he had been given a signed ball as
a souvenir or payment?) or C; had won a raffle/fundraiser, where the ball had
been put up as a prize. If Stephen, now standing akimbo at the front of the
class, loving the attention he was getting from several of the other rugby
loving ‘lads’ was in such a position, why would he only have the ball for a
single day as he had indicated?
He had claimed he had to present the ball today before
his father collected the ball back, instead of us continuing with Mr Walsh’s
lesson, following my well received acting presentation of the poem of ‘The Sad Tale of a Motor Fan by H. A.
Field’ . He now offered the ball and said again, “This is
the ball used by the All Blacks when they won on Saturday at Carrisbrook” He
looked around proudly, as if we would all know about Carrisbrook and the game
on Saturday. “They signed it!” We looked. He looked. Mr Walsh looked… and
waited for some further explanation. There was nothing forth coming from
Stephen. Mr Walsh tried to encourage Stephen to elaborate. “Who were they
playing?’ Stephen, excited by the possession of the ball looked at Mr Walsh. “Who?”
He replied.
(Continued tomorrow)
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