It often seems to me that Rugby is a little lost amongst the glitz and glamour of professional sports. The contemporary entertainment economy seems too much, has gone too far, for this game. It’s meant to be the game of good, honest, hard-working men from rural ex-colonies and it’s somehow been turned into a sport of men that look like a cross between a super-hero and a hairdresser.
The commentators in today’s game often talked about “what it used to be like” and the “old times” and surprisingly, much of their nostalgia rang true. Though a modern professional team like anyone else, Muster played like a Rugby team from a by-gone era. Until the final minutes they held on to a slim lead like desperate men, savouring the opportunity to live their passions before returning to the farm or the office or the building-site the next day. It was a joy to see.