Congratulations, Andy Bull, for so eloquently saying what I think but can’t put into words, in his immediate full time match-blog from Nantes on the astonishing Wales v Fiji:

There is something about spontaneous rugby, when it goes right, that makes it one of the most breathtaking sights in sport. The rapidity of thought, action, and decision-making are just marvellous. The ball moves so fast that your eyes can barely keep track, and every foot-shuffle, drop of the shoulder and deceptive swing of the hips catches you and everyone else by surprise.

It’s like the sensation you get when you’re running too fast down a rocky hill, your feet are moving too quickly beneath you and you can’t quite fathom how your brain and body are stopping you from tumbling head over tail. They just do. You have just enough control, and at the same time you’re oh-so-close to falling.

Dozens of decent examples abound on YouTube, including these two French tries v England and New Zealand, but there really is no substitute for being there, both for integrating these breathless moments in the drama of the game, and for the palpable sense of awe in the crowd as a move like this is unfolding.