The Big Read: I'm not Bok for this game

A winter afternoon under a hard blue sky. Rugby players, panting, scattered across a field. The home team trailing by a single drop-kick. The opposition, a juggernaut in the first half, now looking ragged; rumours of food poisoning starting to swirl.The crowd rolls and roars, an ocean of anticipation, and then it breaks into a storm as the ball comes out.