Frans B.
Google
From the moment we walked out to the stands, that proper Joburg rugby buzz kicked in—steep seating, red everywhere, and a crowd that feels practically on the pitch with you. We found our block easily and let the noise build around us: warm-ups, songs rolling from one corner to the next, flags everywhere, strangers high-fiving like old mates.
Views were excellent—you feel every tackle and hold your breath for every kick. Staff were upbeat, getting around was straightforward, and the queues moved better than we expected. After the final whistle we lingered, voices a bit rough and grins stuck in place. Loud, proud, and exactly the kind of night that keeps you coming back.