"Me too," he said. "I'm South African and the only chance we got of winning the World Cup is if the Kiwis go out," he drawled. That's it, I was in. There were no questions about whether I understood the role of a lock or a hooker (on the rugby field types), but the simple acceptance of a sports fan, based on the common hope that a team somewhere, somehow, would take us to glory. Save us. Or die trying. That's sport. That's rugby. And that's why I'm a believer. And I pick Argentina to win the World Cup.
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