• Childhood,  Family

    The Captain

    Rugby was my stronghold, my fortress. It was rugby that gave me escape when Dad called again to say his business trip was going to be extended by another week. His whole life was a business trip. It was rugby that transported me to another world when Mum accidentally knocked the cork out of the wine bottle and accidentally slugged the contents down. And it was rugby that took my mind off my whimpering little sister that wanted her daddy and mummy back. The game gave me protection, hope. It let me blow off steam, it allowed me to talk to people whose only problem was where to go and…