When the machines rebel and create their backrow, this guy will be the prototype. “Give me your fush’n’chups, your chully bins and your Jandulls.”

One of the ironclad truths in rugby is “the older we get, the better we were”. It applies at all levels of the game and allows for sepia toned nostalgia and the swapping of tall tales and whenever old comrades meet up. Continue reading →