I was a streak of piss at school - all elbows and knees.
At my first rugby game, I was Fly Half, and the opposition kicked off, very high, and the ball was heading directly towards me - a gift as it rolled perfectly down through the sky to me.

I caught it, it knocked me about 2 metres backwards and clean out, and the next thing I remember was coming 'round, lying in the middle of the pitch, with both teams and all the spectators wetting themselves laughing at me.

It became something of a template for my life.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 10:10, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

hahahaha!
Excellent! Our year had "BIG CAM" in it. He looked about 21 when he was 13 and I ended up being tackled by him in rugby. I'm sure I did at least three somersaults before landing on my head asnd ending up in casualty with concussion
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 10:11, Reply)