Like many of you I find the lure of live sport away from the cosy confines of an armchair one of life’s great pleasures. On saturday, eager for a warm up for the upcoming Rugby World Cup in New Zealand I headed with the redoubtable Lennox Head Stags to Suncorp Stadium for the Tri nations decider versus the All Blacks. Finding your seat in such a situation is always a tense and uncertain time, like heading down the aisle on the plane hoping against hope you don’t get next to the enormous businessman with scant regard for personal hygiene or the lady who wants to chatter incessantly to you when sleep is your sole aim. I was happy with my choice of plastic, next to a school principal mate and among fans of various hues all seemingly friendly. All except for one. It was fine until the Haka stirred something deep within him. That he was a Kiwi is immaterial however. That he was an an obnoxious, foul mouthed, small minded racist with the social skills of a small rodent is. With kids, ladies young and old not to mention plenty of normal human beings all within earshot he proceeded to give his opinion of the game unfolding before us. Not a problem normally- barracking for your side is one of life’s true pleasures and the birthright of every sportsfan whatever their allegiance. But this oik was something to behold. Any player with the merest hint of a tan was a black such and such, an Islander was a coconut and the rest of them well, I’ll leave it to your imagination suffice to say his language would have had a navvy blushing. Despite demonstrations from those around us including said old ladies and many others his profanity laced monologue continued unabashed. Peculiarly he reserved some of his invective for his own side blaming everything from the GFC to a forward pass to those ##### South Islanders! It just goes to show that sometimes the gene pool can be very shallow.