odespinner

Last night, I watched the French take on the mighty South Africans at rugby. Their performance was electrifying. They attacked the strong Springbok defence with phase after phase of accurate and fast passes, eventually scoring the tries they had earned.

Both national anthems rang out with the Springboks singing in Xhosa. Afrikaans and English with great passion. But the Marseillaise was sung with such gusto by the home crowd that it was a signal of what volume of support their team could expect throughout the match