Joanh Lomu clatters through England
The great thing about sport is that occasionally it produces an athlete so talented, so exceptional, so perfect, that the only conclusion we can draw, is that they were either artificially created in a lab, or that they are merely some freak of nature that was born to do what they do. Someone that would look totally out of place doing something other then the sporting discipline they are taking part in.
The subject for my first article on sporting freaks is one such athlete. You can’t imagine this guy doing anything other then playing rugby. Or maybe sumo wrestling. But you can’t, for example, envisage him as an accountant.
Cast your mind back to early 1995. Rugby Union was in a pretty major transitional phase, with professionalism only just around the corner. (The game went professional in August 1995). South Africa had only recently returned from the international wilderness and were preparing to host the World Cup. If I remember rightly I was a young wipper-snapper winger playing school boy rugby, and my favourite player was Rob Andrew (I think). The world of Rugby was filled with such players like Rob Andrew and Brian Moore. Honest chaps who held down civilised jobs during the week, whilst taking to the rugby pitch at weekends.
Then, along came Jonah.
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