Tag: rugby

  • The Falcons

    The Falcons

    I loved playing rugby; I loved training; I loved windswept, rain battered nights on a molehill riddled patch of green with trains rattling past. I can hear “the boss’s” Northern lilt calling out training drills. The cold would burn my throat until I warmed up but there was nothing like the feel of the dimpled […]

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