CHRIS HEWETT

BACK in the day, rugby had its own version of the Seven Deadly Sins: biting, gouging, bag-snatching, head-stamping, shaving on match day, running off with the beer kitty and losing a game in selection. “Failing to pick a goal-kicker” was never on the list in specific terms. Why? Because it was thought no one could conceivably be daft enough to commit such a crime. Coaches may have loved their scrum-breaking props and Lomu-esque wings, but the main men were always the ones who sent the ball between the uprights. Times have changed, it seems. South Africa&...