Traveling around sporting events is the best fun as it combines two of my biggest passions. On the flip side, having a World Cup ‘come to you’ is a rare and real treat, especially when you are working full time. Even more so with a Rugby World Cup and the favourable...
Without doubt one of the finest stadiums to watch rugby at is Twickenham. Its sheer size, with a capacity of 82,000, coupled with its rich history and rousing support ensures a very special afternoon in South-West London.
In 2010 I watched us come storming back to beat the English...
November is traditionally a busy rugby month as the Southern Hemisphere teams embark on their annual end-of-season tours north. 2014 was no different and this year’s schedule would take us to Dublin, west London and finally Padova, a town in Italy I had never heard of. (I did not make it to...
Having studied and then lived in Cape Town for a number of years, Newlands is very likely my second-most visited rugby ground (after the now derelict Boet Erasmus in Port Elizabeth). Outside of the numerous provincial and Super rugby games we watched over the years, I went every year to...
Last weekend, I headed through to Twickenham for the London Sevens, the 9th and final leg of the IRB Sevens World Series. As expected, the weekend was great fun and much like last year, very little rugby was actually watched on the Saturday by any of our large 122 person crew who made it...
Prior to my visit to Wembley this past weekend, I’d only ever watched one league game and that was at a bar in New Zealand some two years ago. So while I’m certainly no league fan, I jumped at the chance to watch the semi-finals of a world cup, albeit a world cup where...
When the Springbok end-of-year tour schedule was released a few months ago, we were surprised and a little aggrieved to be honest. Firstly, outside of world cups, matches are always on a Saturday so we weren’t sure why this was different. And secondly, steep Sunday night train and flight...
I’ve been fortunate to watch the Springboks at Twickenham, Murrayfield and the
One of my earliest childhood memories is waking up at 4.30am on a Saturday morning to watch the Boks play the All Blacks in NZ. When I was a lightie (for those non saffas – a youngster!), it was my dad who would get me up, cook us breakfast and make the coffee...