Why Do We Love Rugby
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Why Do We Love Rugby
I am pretty sure this question was asked a while back or might have been on the old forum but when you look at the name on the lists posted so far then you realise that there have been some simply fanatastic players to grace the game.
I have been lucky enough (rather than saying old enough) to watch this great game from early 70s and trying to choose players over a 40yr timescale is nigh on impossible
I have been lucky enough (rather than saying old enough) to watch this great game from early 70s and trying to choose players over a 40yr timescale is nigh on impossible
bedfordwelsh- Moderator
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Age : 56
Re: Why Do We Love Rugby
Why do we love Rugby?
I am even older than you bedfordwelsh, and I have watched and played the game since the 50's. It has not only been the sight of great players gracing the international fields of play that has given me a passion for our game, but also the die-hards of club rugby who turn out week after week, year after year for no more glory than a pat on the back now and again for a game well played.
The sheer dynamism of rugby on the field seems to strip away any malicious energy when back in the clubhouse, because in all my years of involvement with the game I think I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times where I have seen on-pitch feuds escalate on leaving the field. Not many sports can boast that.
That spirit seems to transfer to people who don't even play, or have ever played the game. It is probably the biggest single reason why I continue to watch the game live whenever I can, simply because I don't have to worry about where I stand or sit, it doesn't really matter what I shout or say because I always seem to be with like-minded people. Not simply people who are partisan in the following of their own team but people who share the same passion for our game of Rugby.
It is quite nice to see the same attitude prevail on this forum. It's true that the banter between the various nations occasionally gets a little, let us say, 'heated', but for the most part the sheer love, knowledge and enjoyment of the game of rugby shines through from most contributors. Long may it continue.
I am even older than you bedfordwelsh, and I have watched and played the game since the 50's. It has not only been the sight of great players gracing the international fields of play that has given me a passion for our game, but also the die-hards of club rugby who turn out week after week, year after year for no more glory than a pat on the back now and again for a game well played.
The sheer dynamism of rugby on the field seems to strip away any malicious energy when back in the clubhouse, because in all my years of involvement with the game I think I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times where I have seen on-pitch feuds escalate on leaving the field. Not many sports can boast that.
That spirit seems to transfer to people who don't even play, or have ever played the game. It is probably the biggest single reason why I continue to watch the game live whenever I can, simply because I don't have to worry about where I stand or sit, it doesn't really matter what I shout or say because I always seem to be with like-minded people. Not simply people who are partisan in the following of their own team but people who share the same passion for our game of Rugby.
It is quite nice to see the same attitude prevail on this forum. It's true that the banter between the various nations occasionally gets a little, let us say, 'heated', but for the most part the sheer love, knowledge and enjoyment of the game of rugby shines through from most contributors. Long may it continue.
RuggerBoy- Posts : 164
Join date : 2012-11-21
Location : Expat Welshman in Dorset
Re: Why Do We Love Rugby
I found this to share with you:
WHY WE PLAY THE GAME By Rupert McCall
When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.
When the last ruck’s well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks
Have a good hard look old son!
The melon’s not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight
You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?
Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?
Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s @#$%&?
With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!
Mate - you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!
It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?
Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates
Then you’d wake up - check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin
Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quazimoto
With a half a thousand bruises!
Yes - an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse sambucca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!
And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!
From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as ‘rugby’
Has been living in your blood
When you dreamt it; when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your heart’s still in the middle
And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected
If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course
And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again
You see – that is the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!
WHY WE PLAY THE GAME By Rupert McCall
When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.
When the last ruck’s well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks
Have a good hard look old son!
The melon’s not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight
You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?
Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?
Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s @#$%&?
With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!
Mate - you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!
It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?
Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates
Then you’d wake up - check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin
Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quazimoto
With a half a thousand bruises!
Yes - an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse sambucca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!
And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!
From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as ‘rugby’
Has been living in your blood
When you dreamt it; when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your heart’s still in the middle
And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected
If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course
And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again
You see – that is the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!
gregortree- Posts : 3676
Join date : 2011-11-23
Location : Gloucestershire (was from London)
Re: Why Do We Love Rugby
I love the game but its the people in it and around it that make it great.
englandglory4ever- Posts : 1635
Join date : 2011-08-04
Location : Brighton, Sussex
Re: Why Do We Love Rugby
to the posts boys. Like has been said I can't remember many (if any) on field battles that have gone past the final whistle, you shake hands by the opposition a beer then on the
bedfordwelsh- Moderator
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Join date : 2011-05-11
Age : 56
Re: Why Do We Love Rugby
gregortree wrote:I found this to share with you:
WHY WE PLAY THE GAME By Rupert McCall
When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.
When the last ruck’s well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks
Have a good hard look old son!
The melon’s not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight
You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?
Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?
Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s @#$%&?
With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!
Mate - you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!
It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?
Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates
Then you’d wake up - check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin
Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quazimoto
With a half a thousand bruises!
Yes - an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse sambucca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!
And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!
From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as ‘rugby’
Has been living in your blood
When you dreamt it; when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your heart’s still in the middle
And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected
If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course
And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again
You see – that is the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!
at 28 and my career in rugby already over. I know exactly what this means.
RuggerRadge2611- Posts : 7194
Join date : 2011-03-04
Age : 39
Location : The North, The REAL North (Beyond the Wall)
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