NAME: The Rugger Chugger.
OR: The species of sports fan that descends upon Hong Kong's Government Stadium once a year to drink, drink and drink some more.
AGE: Ranges from the expat schoolkid who is curious about booze and wonders how pints compare to his usual weekend drugs high, to the red-nosed Scottish banker who's seen every Sevens and has yet to participate in a single Mexican wave.
DRESS SENSE: Either Rugger Fan Mundane or Rugger Fan Daft. Nothing in between.
MONEY: They blow loads of the stuff on picnic hampers, jugs of beer, pies, jugs of beer, memorabilia, jugs of beer, programmes and jugs of beer. And all so they can either chunder or come very close. They could always save money by sticking their fingers down their throats upon entering the stadium but that wouldn't be as much fan, would it? SUB-CATEGORIES: (1) The two-pot screamer. Unfortunately, most of these only realise they're not good at holding their booze until it's too late and spend the week after the Sevens wincing at recollections. This category also includes first-timers, often Hong Kong Chinese or perhaps Americans making their first appearance as guests of regular Sevens-goers.
(2) The streaker. An almost extinct breed elsewhere around the world, the clothes-shedder still makes regular appearances at So Kon Po.
(3) The hopeless romantic. Given the vast, expansive backdrop of his favourite sporting event (plus copious amounts of booze), our hero decides that his is the perfect time to propose marriage to his long-suffering rugby widow girlfriend. Hopeless.