Scotland win this particular line-out, but were outclassed overall by the Aussies.
I don’t know what other residents of Edinburgh think of rugby weekends, but I’ve always enjoyed the flash floods of kilts and colour down Corstophine Road and Dalry Road. I the atmosphere which surrounds rugby matches is of course more festive and friendlier than football. This is probably because the football matches in Edinburgh are usually at club level, where the rivalries art local and more acute. Rugby matches, on the other hand, are internationals, meaning the visiting fans treat the match as an excuse for a holiday. Inside the ground, home and away supporters are not segregated, and we saw Australian flags waving alongside the Saltire.
The line-outs were a particular favourite for souvenir photographs. Each throw and leap is accompanied by a rash of camera flashes which peppered the crowd. Now digital cameras have prevailed over film, everyone can take as many photos of an event as they wish. Quantity over quality.
If you want a really dynamic sports photograph, which captures the drama and exertion of the moment, you still have to rely on the professional photographer, with his ring-side view and telephoto lense. I wonder why they are all sitting in the same place?
Probably, they are focussing on a ruck, a time for everyone to catch their breath. Players pile onto the ball and each other, and try to pass it slowly out of the mess to their team-mates. Of course, no-one in the crowd can see where the ball is, or predict where it will emerge from. We just have to sit and wait politely for the white oval to emerge, and then we cheer as the pace quickens once more. Its like some kind of ritual egg-laying.