“A great pleasure of watching sport is shouting at the screen”
BY THIS point in the year I would usually be testes-deep into the club season. But the World Cup mucks everything up. Thus I find myself with an unprecedented number of free Saturday and Sunday afternoons, and happily settle down in my favourite Ercol armchair to watch a bit of code.
There is this weird concept in our sport of ‘the rugby nause’. Ridicule and suspicion awaits any team-mate who
