Rugby World Cup fever is upon us.

I think it shows great camaraderie when the nation rallies together to cheer on our sporting heroes. But will I be stoned in the street for saying my knowledge about the All Blacks waned many years ago when their matches stopped being aired live, for free?

I fondly remember getting up in the early hours of the morning with my dad to watch test matches on our 20-inch colour TV.

He was a massive fan and rugby mad. In my childhood, my younger sister and I spent most Saturday mornings cutting up oranges

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