Why there’s a fine line between good men and bad Dogs

Positioned right on the 50-metre line for the 1995 World Cup final at Ellis Park, right from the New Zealand kick-off, I picked that the All Blacks were going to lose. The Boks forward who caught it should have been engulfed by eight rampaging demons from the Land of the Long White Cloud. But he wasn’t. Instead, there was a lag as the All Blacks – who’d spent most of the previous night and morning being seriously ill – didn’t have the legs to do the job.

Last Sunday, I was also…