Oval shaped madness.
My comprehensive school was rugby mad and as such it was compulsory in PE,not wanting be called a wuss I tried out in a practice match with another class.
Some time during the game one of the opposition came down the wing....he was 6ft3 built like a brick shithouse and nasty,at this point I should have made a token tackle,but no I jumps up grabs him round the neck - a big no no,he threw me off and threw the ball away.
Promising me pain of death he chased after me.
I came to the conclusion rugby wasnt for me that day but realised fear don,t half make you run fast.
(andycrass loves two hats on, Thu 26 Apr 2012, 1:13, Reply)