I can imagine a new thriller soon to be filmed in North Island, loosely based on R. L. Stevenson's novel, with a main protagonist a plucky young goalkeeper, starry-eyed from the overtures of a serious EPL club, who suddenly wakes up from a celebrity-induced stupor and rubbing his eyes discovers to be inexplicably not in Bournemouth but in Auckland, wearing a black-and-blue jersey.
From a distance, in a general direction of Bombay Hills, he can hear a faint sound that may well be compared to a noise of the infamous Iron Dome in action: ".... and they've kidnapped our goalkeeper, too...."
From a distance, in a general direction of Bombay Hills, he can hear a faint sound that may well be compared to a noise of the infamous Iron Dome in action: ".... and they've kidnapped our goalkeeper, too...."