PETER JACKSON
THE MAN TRULY IN THE KNOW

FROM my lofty perch in Block D, Row 11, Seat 8 of the Stade Atlantique, it looked as if the World Cup was about to see something it hadn’t seen for far too long. Giant-killings at the ten global jamborees spanning four decades have been so rare that they can still be counted on two fingers of one hand: Samoa’s Sunday lunchtime flooring of Wales at the Arms Park in 1991 and Japan’s shocking of the Boks at Brighton 24 years later.
Saturday night in Bordeaux raised the fleeting spectre of Georgia picking off the Flying Fijians, an upset not of quite th...