Ben Pobjie is a writer and comedian whose promising rugby career was tragically cut short the day he stopped playing rugby and had a pizza instead. The most he has ever cried was the day Balmain lost the 1989 grand final. Today he enjoys the frolics of Wallabies, Swans, baggy greens, and Storm.
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We are in a brave new world. So long restricted to a choice between the raspberry of the red ball or the vanilla of the white, cricket from now on will offer a third delicious flavour: the Monte Carlo of the pink ball.
A rugby player can impress with a dashing run, a pinpoint pass, or a raking kick into the corner. But in my time watching rugby, there was always one feat a man could perform that took the breath away more than any other: successfully tackling Jonah Lomu.
Last week, I wrote what you will probably agree was an eloquent and moving plea to help keep Test cricket alive and kicking. That was probably enough to save the game on its own, but I admit to a few flutters of worry when I saw the booming emptiness of the Gabba.
What have we learnt from the first day of the 2015-16 Test summer?
The World Cup final. Is there any more depressing occasion on the sporting calendar?
This has been a romantic World Cup. More romantic than 1991, when David Campese cast his spell and the unfancied Western Samoa surged to the quarters.