As though he owns the uprights, Handré Pollard frowns at them. A merciless victor like him would be beneficial to Australia

As though he owns the uprights, Handré Pollard frowns at them. A merciless victor like him would be beneficial to Australia

As though he owns the uprights, Handré Pollard frowns at them.  A merciless victor like him would be beneficial to Australia To claim that Pollard was the only reason South Africa won this slugfest would be oversimplified.  He did, however, kick all six of his attempts at goal. Handré Pollard does more than just indicate the poles.  With a continuous frown, the South African metronome thrusts a beefy finger at the uprights as though he owned them.  He snarls, "You're mine," promising that his swinging right boot will send an oval ball spiraling through them in a matter of seconds.  Pollard, the sole fly-half to be present at the final whistle of two successful World Cup campaigns, is the epitome of a Test match beast, if there is such a thing.  Additionally, test matches are won by animals.  What happens over the course of eighty minutes is essentially irrelevant.  The outcome is all that matters. To argue that Pollard's right boot was the only reason South Africa won a …