In recent years I’ve lost my passion for rugby. Perhaps it was swapping DStv for Netflix. Perhaps it was because most professional-era players are so bland. More likely, it was the horrible demise of my beloved Eastern Province — in my youth I would watch the fearless Dennis (the Menace) Campher hurtle headfirst into petrified opponents and the criminally underrated Gavin Cowley dictate the game with aplomb. 

That said, Sunday night’s brutal quarterfinal between the Springboks and France might have been the best game of rugby I have seen since Eastern Province beat Western Province at Newlands in the early 1990s. I got seriously animated and, in fact, nearly lurched headfirst into Bossie’s big screen television when I thought Manie Libbok needed a close-up reminder that hoisting a 50/50 ball in your own 25 might not be too prudent against a rampaging French side. ..

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