Why watch rugby? Beer, bruises and brotherhood, says Daron Mann, who breaks down the magical, mad sport ahead of the Bok showdown against Italy on 12 July in Gqeberha. (Photo: Grant Pitcher / Gallo Images) 
Why watch rugby? It’s not just a sport; it’s a lifestyle – albeit with mud, mates and a few questionable life choices. Today in Rugby Skool, we’re wrapping up our series with why this glorious madness hooks you for life.
First, there’s the spectacle. Rugby is raw – players smash, sprint and bleed without pads, like superheroes who forgot their capes. A perfectly timed try or a bone-rattling tackle feels like art (if art gave you a black eye!). Then there’s the vibe: fans in jerseys, chanting through rain, sharing beers with strangers. It’s a cult, but of the generally friendly kind.
The players? They’re lunatics with hearts. After 80 minutes of carnage, they’ll hug opponents, swap shirts and drink together. It’s like watching Vikings throw a potluck. Even the ref usually gets a cheer, unless they’ve had an absolute shocker. And don’t sleep on the anthems either – was there ever a more heartwarming call to arms than 45,000 fans at NMB Stadium belting out Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika?
Rugby’s also a story. Every match has underdogs, comebacks and that one winger who sprints like they stole something. You’ll laugh, gasp and maybe cry (especially if your team chokes) at what unfolds before you. So grab a mate, hit a pub and watch. By halftime you’ll be yelling about scrums like you were born in a ruck.
That’s rugby: messy, mad and magical. Keep watching. You’re one of us now. Now pass the beer. DM