Andrew Voerman

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Sports reporter and columnist at the The Christchurch Star.

July 16, 2014 at 9:40pm
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The dirty secret: journalism has always been horrible to get in; you always have to eat so much crap to find a place to stand. I waited tables for seven years, did writing on the side.
If you’re gonna get a job that’s a little bit of a caper, that isn’t really a job, that under ideal circumstances you get to at least leave the building, find people more interesting than you, learn about something, come back and tell other people about it—that should be hard to get into. No wonder everybody’s lined up, trying to get into it. It beats working.

— David Carr, here.

July 13, 2014 at 1:36am
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Crusaders dominant in win →

My report from last night’s game.

July 11, 2014 at 12:00am
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My Sidelined column from today

World cup thrashings bring the smiles

12:00am
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Fonotia strong on defence →

I had a chat to Kieron Fonotia ahead of the Crusaders’ game against the Highlanders tomorrow night.

July 5, 2014 at 12:00am
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My report from tonight's Crusaders win over the Blues →

July 4, 2014 at 12:00am
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My column this week

Playing to win is no sin

June 27, 2014 at 12:00am
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This week’s column

Purple not right for Canty

June 20, 2014 at 12:00am
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Rusbatch on fire for Rams →

12:00am
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This week’s Star column

Who decides when to call ‘lights out’

June 17, 2014 at 12:00am
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My report from tonight’s Crusaders-England game.

Crusaders no match for England

June 14, 2014 at 7:39am
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I spoke to the guy marking Dan Carter when he makes his club rugby comeback this afternoon

First-five ready for Carter

7:38am
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My column this week, on my World Cup memories

Bring on the World Cup

June 11, 2014 at 12:00am
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Words of wisdom for athletes →

And I was there too. A really interesting talk.

June 6, 2014 at 12:00am
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Today’s column

If you’ve got it, flaunt it

June 2, 2014 at 10:45pm
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“Elia of Dorne,” they all heard Ser Gregor say, when they were close enough to kiss. His deep voice boomed within the helm. “I killed her screaming whelp.” He thrust his free hand into Oberyn’s unprotected face, pushing steel fingers into his eyes. “Then I raped her.” Clegane slammed his fist into the Dornishman’s mouth, making splinters of his teeth. “Then I smashed her fucking head in. Like this.” As he drew back his huge fist, the blood on his gauntlet seemed to smoke in the cold dawn air. There was a sickening crunch. Ellaria Sand wailed in terror, and Tyrion’s breakfast came boiling back up. He found himself on his knees retching bacon and sausage and applecakes, and that double helping of fried eggs cooked up with onions and fiery Dornish peppers.”

— my fav scene from asoiaf. done justice on tv tonight.