Rugger Buggers
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In my final year at school the headmaster, in his infinite wisdom, decided to have a teachers vs pupils rugby match. It wasn't his best decision.

The pupils side would be picked by the rugby captain and the teachers side by the head. Even though I didn't play rugby, I just *had* to be on the team so I bribed the captain and got a place. Coincidentally, so did a lot of the other hard-nuts in the school. This was payback time for all of the canings, beatings and humiliations the teachers had inflicted on me over the years.

The game started off tamely - for about three minutes - until one hard nut grabbed the geography teachers balls in the scrum and twisted them. After that it wasn't a rugby match any more it was more like a mass brawl with a rugby ball often bouncing along the ground ignored by most of the players.

My finest moment was clothes-lining Dixon, my hated biology teacher.

The match was eventually abandoned when one of my team was stretchered off with a broken leg. It was actually an accidental injury caused when the scrum collapsed due to the amount of kicking, uppercuts and ball twisting.

I ended up with a bloody nose (headbutted in the scrum by the music teacher) and a split lip (copped it in the face when one of my lot tried to smack Dixon and he ducked).

Ah happy days.....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sat 31 Jan 2009, 23:27, 2 replies)

Been there, had the shirt ripped off.
We had staff/Sixth games at ours, until they stopped for the same reasons.

However, the staff contained a high proportion of priests. Irish priests, which means hyperviolent hurling/GAA veterans. 30 seconds in, the headmaster flumped the head boy. After the first scrum, the Head of Maths had an eyebrow half off. 15 minutes, and the match was abandoned when the staff coach ran on and kicked the No 8 in the bollocks from behind.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sat 31 Jan 2009, 23:49, closed)

I fucking hated rugby at school.
Still do.

You've reminded me of a memory I thought I'd long repressed.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 31 Jan 2009, 23:56, closed)