I was lucky enough to watch, minute for minute, the two greatest games of rugby union I have ever seen. I have also been unlucky enough to watch three games which stirred a level of emotion that no woman, no crime, no tragedy could ever inflict.

The greatest game ever was in 2000 for the Bledisloe Cup. The Wallabies were in the greatest period of dominance the game had ever seen, following on from their unprecedented second World Cup. They had inflicted the worst defeat on the All Blacks in their history, by a  28-7 margin, in the previous year’s encounter.  

The venue was Stadium Australia. There were nearly 110,000 people on hand to watch – a world record.

'Over half the world gets by on less than $2 a day. Meanwhile, David Beckham, an inarticulate peacock, earns close to one million dollars a week'


Less than eight minutes into the game, the All Blacks unleashed the most devastating attacking stanza of rugby the world had ever seen - taking a 24-0 lead. I get goose bumps even as I type.  This offensive was so electric that the lights actually died for two minutes after this. The following 70 minutes encompassed a Wallaby fight back of unparallelled character and class.  

With regular time on the clock up, the Australians had completed the greatest fightback of all time – before a leviathan called Jonah Lomu scored a try in the 81st minute to win the game for New Zealand.

I was lucky enough to be at Athletic Park in Wellington in 1996, when the Wallabies famously turned their back on the All Black haka, in the howling wind and rain of an atrocious winter’s day.  The might of New Zealand, who were entering one of the finest periods in their history, embarked on the most complete game of wet-weather rugby ever witnessed to defeat Australia 43-6.

The three hardest games of rugby I have ever watched were the three consecutive All Black World Cup defeats in 1999, 2003 and 2007 by the great New Zealand nemesis, Les Bleus and the Wallabies. My first flat in Cuba Street, Wellington,a bar near the Gabba in Brisbane, and and Irish bar in Bucharest, Romania were the locations of the infliction of the greatest heartbreak I have ever known. Details are not necessary, as I do not need to quicken myself with the torture.

Oh what a game!

This brings me to soccer, football - the beautiful game as they call it!  I am pragmatic enough as a sporting fan to admit that this code is a simple game – hence perhaps the reason it is bestowed with such a flamboyant designation.

I have even watched, because my sporting instincts said I should, numerous soccer World Cup finals, as well as the grudge matches of club games.  But not one of them have I watched to its conclusion.

I expect the predictable outcry from soccer pundits but I first implore you – turn off the sound from one of your precious games and the atmosphere, the suspense, is gone.  Are there pagan statues at all soccer games?  Hence the reason fans shriek and squeal watching the most grossly compensated men on the planet kick a ball to each other.

The remuneration of these prancing prima donnas is the most shambolic direct insult on the globe, considering the countless economic issues of the world.  According to Globalissues.org, over half the world gets by on less than $2 a day.  Meanwhile, David Beckham, an inarticulate peacock, earns close to one million dollars a week. The money paid to these skinny little boys is shameful, more for the fact that they are paid this to do nothing but kick a ball and represent their clubs.

Are football stars the picture of the consummate athlete?  Nothing could be further from the truth – and I have been stunned at the utter lack of respect that these whippets give the officials.  What to these nancy boys do?  Kick a ball to one another, completing breathtaking, stunning one-and-a-half-hour results such as 0-0.

What a boring game - so over-hyped and marketed that it has pulled the wool over the eyes of millions and millions of honest sporting fans.

Meanwhile, rugby union goes from strength to strength. The tactics, that ultimate test of skill – the set piece – the absolute poetry of a well-executed set move. I think of the raw ferocity of the ruck, and impact of a powerful tackle – the grit and determination shown by the game's immortals.

This is with the game's greats being paid around five per cent of the average “soccer superstar” - whatever that expression means.

A rugby player goes through so much training, so much heartache, and risks life and limb for his club, province and country in a way that no other sport on the planet can equal.

Rugby union has stirred the emotion, the passion, the pain of this and countless other lives.  Before you soccer fanatics get too stirred with your sentiments – ask yourself, what the hell am I screaming about?

To rugby, the game they play in heaven. I salute you, and look forward to decades more stirring passion, heartache and overwhelming joy.

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