I played Rugby for three years, I was prop but could play hooker and second row, even the odd occasion as an impact 'centre'.
The reason I left was when I was starting a rarity as normally struggled for a start spot. Played 20 minutes and all of a sudden, here a noise its somebody's Jaguar in the car park.
Lad turns up just came back 6 am from his Spanish villa and the plane was late and made it back for 11.20am. The scrum breaks
'Harry come off' 'Well played'
'Get on their Michael'
In his gay,posh voice 'Yes boss'
I even had to take off my shirt cos he didnt ever a fecker and run back to the changing rooms half-naked in the freezing cold. A sickener. Didnt come all game . The posh bastards of the team seem to exclude themselves from everyone else.
I mainly knocked around with a lad from Brauny, a lad whose dad was from Brauny and his brother played for Port Vale (dad was also at City coaching, something to do with Louis Dodds) and the posh git of them all who went Leicester grammar who was generally a good lad, he was on Tigers book, best player by far aswell.
