Ooh
You've just reminded me what they called the mongs at my school.

When I was 13 I went up from a prep school where I played soccer, hockey (because I couldn't see the appeal of rugby) and cricket to a public school where the main options were rugby followed by hockey and cricket or two terms of rowing. When I say "rugby", the bare minimum number of able-bodied Third Formers to make up two teams plus a couple of touch judges/subs actually played rugby, the rest spent a year in a bizarre purgatory called Junior League. This involved a little bit of half-arsed running, a bit of soccer and possibly sitting indoors watching sport on TV. Having been a half-decent exponent of the round ball game at my previous school, I pleaded my ignorance of the school's preferred code of football, and enthusiastically joined the mongs in Junior League.

After a couple of weeks of scoring double hat tricks against classmates who would clearly be much happier playing Dungeons and Dragaons or writing computer programs, I was bored titless and begged to be allowed to play rugby with my slightly cooler mates. By the end of term I was in the 'A' XV, and am still playing 23 years later.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 16:12, Reply)