Even the Pigs Complained

Flying Pigs
My love of rugby took a severe knock at the end of the forth school season. I was playing in the school under XV’s and in the dying moment of the game I dived onto the ball to stop our opponent scoring a vital try. Fr my pains, I received a mouthful of apposing boot and staggered to my feet with blood pouring from my mouth. The final whistle sounded to end this the final match of the season, and I was cursing my bad luck. Read More...