“So, Dad, when are we going to play rugby again?”
Those words were uttered by none less than Joseph, my rugby hater. When I told him “In an hour”, he said, “Why can’t we go do it now?” So much for hating rugby, eh? We played about twenty five minutes. It’s an exhausting game with so few people. We made the field a lot bigger, so it was even harder. Joseph and Sammy whooped me, Tyler and Tayler.