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In high school I managed to captain the first XV rugby team. We were playing in the competition whereas we play other regional catholic school teams from our state (NSW).

Now being a Marist Brothers school our principal was a one Brother Roger. Who was known to partake in a port or two.

My team was doing well and we made the quarter finals, perhaps the most important game for the school rugby team in quite a while.

It was a home game so we had a short walk to the local oval where we were to get kitted up. Our coach was a lay teacher that knew a thing or two about the game. He was giving his pre game speech when the door opens.

DADA a one pissed Brother in a port stained white robe.

The next couple of minutes has to be one of the funniest, scariest and uncomfortable moments of my rugby career as Roger continues to regal us with stories of how awesome he truly is, was and could be at the game.

On the way out he hugs a few guys and wishes us all the luck in the world wishing he could play with us.

Queue the next 40 mins Brov Rog screaming at the top of his lungs at us from the side line with a glass of port in his hand. The next 40 though were silent except for the few supporters about.

He was found later in a quiet corner of the park asleep on a bench. Our shining light, our beacon of confidence.

We won 14 - 5.
(Slatts If you cant remember it didnt happen, Fri 31 Mar 2006, 16:49, Reply)