And I’ve lost a lot of interest in rugby too, since it became a game managed by “referees” who rather than just blowing their whistle upon an infringement (as in other sports) now spend the whole game yelling at players and pointing and directing in a manner that is really just cheating. The ref should be silent and only speak through his whistle, otherwise he is giving advantage.
Rugby fans try to justify this farcical situation by claiming it is necessary to keep the game flowing. My response to that is if the rules require the referees to cheat to make the game watchable, then the game is stuffed and the rules should be changed.
However, my main point is Richie McCaw. In a country rent asunder and slowly dying under a destructive political system, where even its sporting fields are perverted into part of the political charade, McCaw stands above it all as a true hero who plays the game hard and fair and with a courage and skill that makes him in my humble opinion the best player of rugby in the world today.
Not only that, the courage and decency that is apparent in his manner is a rare commodity in today’s world. Not for McCaw the died hair, or dreadlocks with beads, or other such narcissistic womanly trappings. McCaw is a man, and he has the bearing of a man, and he speaks and acts like a man. The All Blacks would be only 30% of what they are today with McCaw’s absence. And so would rugby and therefore the World Cup.
I salute Richie McCaw, and wish him every success in his mission.
Now, if only the All Blacks would stop performing that offensive stone age dance, that political sop to the cultural change merchants among us, and get on with playing rugby.