CHRIS HEWETT

We are not sure how many of the New Zealand starting line-up actually read the anonymous fax sent to their Cape Town hotel on the eve of the World Cup semi-final with England in 1995, but everyone got the message one way or another. “Rugby is a team game”, it said, “so all 14 of you make sure you pass the ball to Jonah.”
Pass the ball they did, allowing the log-limbed Lomu to spend a boundary-pushing, sport-changing afternoon running round, through and over battalions of white-shirted defenders charged with the thankless task of blocking his route to the goal-line. As far as t...