I was forced to play Rugby Union at secondary school and I hated it, all I wanted to do was play Football. I took no interest and never got involved with the game. Nowadays I regret never having played it properly.
Rugby for me started in the 1991 World Cup, I was a student and watched loads of games with the landlord of my local and a few other rugby nuts, who talked me through the nuances of the game, the rules are complex, the tactics obscure, but it is a game i have come to love, sometimes for its sheer brutality, but more often than not for its heroic beauty.
Today was one of those magnificent moments in sport, an England team which has been ridiculed in the press and given no chance by any pundit anywhere were simply quite magnificent as they demolished the mighty aussies with a display long on heroics and passion. It was never pretty, but the pride of both teams shone out as they battled for every ball.
Well done England for a victory I will long remember, well done the Aussies for getting beat again, I do love beating the Aussies at anything.
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I concur.
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