A few years from now, it will be decided that handsome men are under-represented in the world of professional rugby, and an effort will be made to redress this injustice.
Handsome men from all over the UK will try out, and due to quotas, will start making it into the starting line-up.
The performance of the team will deteriorate a little of course, but the righting of the societal injustice will be deemed more important than whether a rugby team wins a trophy.
And as the sponsorship of the team by woke advertisers starts to rise, so they will hire more handsome men, and so their performance will deteriorate further.
Teams that have too few handsome men will start to be called out by brave woke campaigners against injustice, and they will come under pressure to hire more handsome men.
Slowly, as performances deteriorate across the sport, the fans will drift away.
And the brave woke campaigners will indignantly claim this as evidence that the fans of the sport are inherently prejudiced against handsome men.
No-one will ask the fans why they are no longer attending the games.
Eventually, the unfit, slow, weak, uncoordinated games of rugby will come to be know disparagingly by the few remaining fans as “Fumbleball”, which the brave woke campaigners will campaign against. In a landmark case, the term “fumbleball” will be deemed hate speech and the law changed to outlaw its use.
On penalty of death.
The last few fans will leave the sport, and the sport of rugby will end – the Guardian will unironically dispatch a journalist to write about how this wonderful sport was killed off by bigots.
The brave woke campaigners will be knighted for services to social justice, and will begin their new campaign against injustice and inequality – the campaign for more quadriplegic ballerinas.