PETER JACKSON
THE MAN TRULY IN THE KNOW

TWENTY years ago this very week on the banks of the Clyde, New Zealand won the Junior World Cup, trouncing Ireland in the final.
The Baby Black untouchables, a status reflected in their collective tournament record of 274 points over five matches, have grown old enough to be middle-aged. They are in their early forties now, their playing days all long gone except for the one they used to call ‘SpongeBob.’
Jimmy Gopperth’s marathon, already long enough to outstrip every Olympian emperor of endurance from Emil Zatopek to H...