Oh dear, the neighbour's son has kicked off again...

[Mich the Tester]

My worst rugby ever was in NZ and Australia in the early 80's. I remember getting the wrong side of a ruck in a match in Palmeston North and being raked, kicked, gouged and poked half to death, and when I got up, bleeding like hell, was told to stop getting the wrong fecking side of the ruck by the ref....

Too bloody right!



Although I must admit I spent 33 years in the back row searching for creative ways to bend the offside line to my own advantage. I was never offside, but 90% of my time was spent 'nearly onside'.

The few American sides I played against were large, supremely fit, drilled, well kitted out and so thick they could dominate possession and territory for the full 80 minutes and still get thrashed.