So. Where were you when England beat Australia in Sydney, to take the Rugby World Cup? Me? I was in a hotel room in Bilbao. I’d woken at 3:30am, and dozed fitfully till 9:45, fifteen minutes before kick-off. The anxiety that had kept me awake wasn’t centred on doubts about England’s chances (though I wasn’t over-confident), but a fear that I might not be able to get the game on one of the European channels here in the hotel room.… READ MORE.... …