But then, after about five seconds, I realised what Sonny Bill Williams had actually done. He’s ruined competitive sport for ever. Nice work, Sonny Bill, you magnanimous berk.
You see, everything has a shadow. Every smile eventually fades and becomes a frown. Every kind act, somewhere down the line, has a victim. Thanks to his kindhearted efforts, the victims of Sonny Bill’s action are literally every single person who has ever won – or will ever win – anything. This isn’t an exaggeration.
Christ, it’s not that damn difficult to find a reasonable subject for a column you know. OK, Jessica Valenti and Charlotte Proudwomyn never quite manage it but the rest of us can usually find one without this sort of guff.