WE ARE in a huddle on a field at the edge of the Thames, feeling sorry for ourselves. It is raining, it is freezing, the Thames looks brown and bulging and we have just lost to Glasgow. This after a journey that went Cape Town to Johannesburg, Jo’burg to Doha, Doha to London, London to Glasgow. What victims. Oozing doubt.
And then superb skipper Steven Kitshoff asks – even by his standards