Now we know.Those huge, hunky rugger players are just cute and cuddly pussy cats. All that pushing, shoving, sliding for miles in the mud, heaving at drawers and hoiking high into the air is just so much show. They are big softies inside.
How else do we explain the latest hoo-ha where a player bit on a blood capsule to fake an injury and then, when the officials called his bluff, shouted at the team doctor until she cut his lip to make it real? The doctor's in court, fair enough, but you have to wonder at the mettle of the man.
A lot of flat noses and cauliflower ears would suggest a fracas or two. A bit of blood seems to be par for the pitch. They shrug it off. So what stopped Tom Williams? He wussed out, that's what, and demanded someone else do the dirty work.
Games gone down the pan. Rugby used to be a sport for gentlemen, even if they were built like a block of flats and just about as pretty. Some of them were very bright too. Not looking so clever now.
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