Watching rugby the other day (Super Rugby, featuring the best teams from Australia, New Zealand and South Africa), I got to thinking about the tough, young Afrikaners who, like all good rugby players, were doing their best to maim, if not murder, their Anzac opponents.
That in itself is not new, of course. South African rugby has traditionally been dominated by Afrikaners and rugby has always been a rough sport. (Though I can’t help thinking that the modern game – professional, scientific and with new laws – is closer to a license to kill than it ever was. I happened to fly to Australia last year on the same plane as the South African rugby team and, take it from me, they are fearsome creatures. Even the smaller ones among them look like they’ve been built by the same people who make the Merkava tank.)