Discribing Piri Weepu

It was windy as I looked out from the stadium to see Piri Weepu...
Shouting ferociously “Ka Mate te, Ka Mate Te!” he was as loud as a lion leading the haka like a warrior. “Blaahh!” He yelled rapidly doing the pukana with lots of might and strength showing the other team what kind of a mighty leader he was.

Finally it was now time to start the opening game of 2011 Rugby World Cup. The referee had now blown the whistle that had always started the first game of every 1st opening game of the Rugby World Cup. Mr Piri Weepu’s time to shine like the brightest star in the sky was now here and he ran like a car at 100 meters as if his daughter was about to jump off a reef with a white bright ball in his strong thick hands heading for the try line. “Yeah!” I scream, “Look! He is defending himself now!” 5 steps to go. “Yeeey!, Yea! ” the crowed screams with the most excitement I’ve ever seen. Over the loud roaring speakers I hear “The wonderful number 9, all mighty, the one and only Mr. Piri Weepu has scored us a try!”

As I saw his bright face light up he then waved his arms with a Maori patterned Ta Moko on his right side of his arm like he it was his birthday that is always celebrated every year on 7th of September. He looked liked he wanted to shoot a hoop like he used to when he played for the under 21 netball team.