The thing that has become clear is how broken America is

I have to admit it. Normally a gregarious, outgoing chap, I prefer, if the truth be told, to watch rugby alone. I want to sit hunched in front of the telly, concentrating hard on every movement of the ball. My wife and daughters probably know more about the game than I do. They didn’t come to it 50 years ago and they don’t have some of the things imprinted on their souls that I have – Mike Gibson’s incredible dummy against England in his very first match, Ginger McLoughlin’s try in Twickenham – that sort of thing.
But they’re students. They read and they follow avidly. Unlike me they were in the Millennium Stadium when Munster, led by Anthony Foley, beat Biarritz. Of course, I was in Thomond Park in 1978, something I never let them forget.