Tears, trains, broken hearts, cold pizza – a World Cup journey
FREE TO READ | Behind the bruising quest for world glory, many smaller battles were waged clutching handrails, furiously typing before the lights went out
There is always a train to catch in Tokyo.
It is a city, or megalopolis perpetually on the move. The sight of the steel caterpillars may haunt me for months. I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time hanging onto the handrail over the past number of weeks.
For the initial part of their stay in Tokyo for the knockout stages of the Rugby World Cup the Springboks are in Shinjuku, a large suburb with many high-rise buildings as well as a vibrant nightlife not too far from the team hotel...