CHRIS HEWETT
GUEST COLUMNIST

PICTURE the scene: we are in the final week of the 1997 Lions tour and the world champion Springboks have already been defeated – unexpectedly, dramatically, gloriously. On a highveld pitch in Vanderbijlpark, an hour’s drive from the dead-rubber venue of Johannesburg, the press pack are playing a game of touch rugby, writers versus photographers.
The “touch” element is abandoned when yours truly buries some soppy snapper with a tackle of eye-watering, Tim Rodber-esque ferocity. (How memory plays tricks on us in our old age). And who should be watching? N...