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SO, as I might have mentioned, I am rugby neutral, I know a scrum from a penalty kick, and I know that the fat guys generally hang around in scrums, wearing the low numbers, think one to about seven, if memory serves.  I also know that the better looking guys tend to be the ones with numbers from say 10 and up.  So formalities out of the way, I live with a true blue bulls supporter, born and bred, and I must be honest, the average blue bull and their supporters are not really my cup of tea.

There is this one guy, I have no idea what his name is, but my oh my, the first time I saw him I thought that he took a sharpi pen to himself.  His arm is covered in tattoos from shoulder to wrist.  And he has a mullet like hairstyle, and he is neither here nor there in terms of the number he wears, I recon a 9 or a ten, so not a fatty, but not one of the fast athletic types either. 

SO, I finally decided that I will pick a provincial team to support before I turn forty, that leaves me with some time, but thus far I have the following observations.

Bulls, the general bulls supporter seems to consume brandy and coke in copious amounts, wear safety hats with horns of some sort, always sports a blue bulls jersey.  In the case of the female supporter the jersey can be pink, is generally worn with high heels and jeans and pearls.  The vast majority of this fan base likes camping and can be seen camping out in and around the home base, Loftus pre-and post-game with camping chairs, portable braais, porta loos and heaven only knows what else. 

Lions, the vast majority of Lions supporters are lurkers, you never hear a word from them until such a time as their team beats any other team.  They become active, annoying and sometimes even aggressive on forums like facebook.  They will never be caught dead within 100 kilometres of the homebase, Ellis Park, uncertain as to why, could be the crime, could be the fact that nobody goes.

Now, my two key contenders at this stage of the game are the Stormers and the Sharks.  Both teams look clean, they generally have small insignificant tattoos, their hair is neatly combed and generally short, yes, I know there are exceptions, but the overall look and feel is just sooo much better.

So, watch this space, I have four years to figure this out.

 

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