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Published 2008
The north-south divide has disappeared to give way to a rugby nation. It is true that it’s hard to stop oneself taking on someone from the south–west as soon as one says the word ‘ruuuby’, and that one necessarily dreams of cassoulet de confit de canard as soon as one hears it. Never has a sport had such an identity, from the French team to the Bacchus of Épernon, le ruuuby is very much alive.
