Have you ever noticed how hopelessly addicted we are to victory as the hallmark of enjoyment?

I’m the first to raise my hand in guilt. Knowing how childish I must look being all down after a loss, I can’t help but be down when the wallabies aren’t victorious.

Surely, if I love the game, my team is trying their hardest & I am seeing something good happen in front of me, it should be enough to just enjoy the spectacle?

No wonder people say there are struggles with kids these days to enjoy sport when it isn’t a guaranteed victory….

My new goal for the Rugby World Cup is to enjoy every game I watch. Sure, I’ll be hopeful that Australia (or Scotland!) come up trumps, but my first commitment is going to be to a a good game of rugby.

Do I even stand a chance?