CHRIS HEWETT

THE Springboks are “poison of the month” as far as the referees are concerned. There’s a shock.
When your chief water-carrier (second job: director of rugby) decides to rip up an official for loo paper – and makes the ripping as public as he possibly can – outpourings of sympathy from the whistling community are likely to be as common as declarations of pacifism from Eben Etzebeth.
But you have to feel for Siya Kolisi, all the same. Despite keeping his eyes burning into the ball as it sailed through the Twickenham air; despite making a genuine attempt to catch it; despite...