Slow progress in the fast lane
The night before the pivotal IRB council meeting in Paris in August 1995, New Zealand's Rob Fisher was happy enough that by close of business that weekend the rugby world would be a different shape. Over a couple of drinks with some of the other delegates he had a clear picture of the lie of the land. There would be resistance from some in the northern hemisphere, but he reckoned there would be sufficient numbers among the 20 council members to recognise that what was waddling like a duck and quacking like a duck was, in fact, a duck. And it was time to pay it to perform. Rugby was about to go pro.