IRB Sevens World Series - Seasons

Seasons

Season Rounds Champion Top Scorer Most tries Player of the Year
1999-00 10 New Zealand (186 points) Vilimoni Delasau (83) No Award
2000-01 9 New Zealand (162 points) Karl Te Nana (42) No Award
2001-02 11 New Zealand (198 points) Brent Russell (46) No Award
2002-03 7 New Zealand (112 points) Nasoni Roko (39) No Award
2003-04 8 New Zealand (128 points) Fabian Juries &
Rob Thirlby (39)
Simon Amor
2004-05 7 New Zealand (116 points) David Lemi (46) Orene Ai'i
2005-06 8 Fiji (144 points) Ben Gollings (343) Timoteo Iosua (40) Uale Mai
2006-07 8 New Zealand (130 points) William Ryder (416) Mikaele Pesamino (43) Afeleke Pelenise
2007-08 8 New Zealand (154 points) Tomasi Cama Jr. (319) Fabian Juries (41) DJ Forbes
2008-09 8 South Africa (132 points) Ben Gollings (260) Collins Injera (42) Ollie Phillips
2009-10 8 Samoa (164 points) Ben Gollings (332) Mikaele Pesamino (56) Mikaele Pesamino
2010-11 8 New Zealand (166 points) Cecil Afrika (381) Cecil Afrika (40) Cecil Afrika
2011-12 9 New Zealand (167 points) Tomasi Cama Jr. (390) Matt Turner (38) Tomasi Cama Jr.
2012-13 9

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