As per the conversation elsewhere, it was French rugby of the late 80s that first secured my love of rugby. It was never disciplined, and not always successful, but it was always spectacular!
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I was consoling myself with a pint after Jannie Be Beer kicked England out in the 1/4 finals, flicking through the sports supplement from the Sunday paper. I remember thinking to myself that the only player who would definitely be pensioned off by the next World Cup was Jeremy Guscott. Not sure if it was luck or judgment, but it certainly came home to roost.Its hard to come with a precise date it was probably somewhere around 97 Lions (which I don't really remember) and the 99 World Cup. I was bitterly disappointed my parents got free tickets for the final and I couldn't go. But was definitely the rise of the England Orks era.