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<blockquote data-quote="McTallshort" data-source="post: 1212782" data-attributes="member: 53362">Ok. I was always ok at sport but was also clumsy. Everyone at my school played and loved football but as much as I enjoyed playing it I never really got it. My primary school practiced at the local park and the dads on shift at the pit (coal mine) would come and tell the teacher what he was doing wrong. My dad was a publican and would also pop down as it was the days of licencing hours. One memory always stands out was one of the star players was going for a goal and I was the defender and clattered into him and watched while he wailed around on the floor and his dad lost his **** on the touch line with my dad. My dad who liked rugby decided I needed to perhaps give it a go. I was 9 and I loved it. Got dirty, bruises and was able to sneak a cheeky half pint behind the clubhouse bar.Played until I was 16 but Sacked it off in the end because I wasn&#039;t growing at the same pace as everyone else and I was going into the army anyway.Left the army and moved back in with my parents for a bit but they had moved so to make a social circle I went up to the local rugby club and started playing. Have to say it&#039;s the best thing I ever did. Great days some great friends, great memories and 25 years on I am working with 2 lads I used to play rugby with.There is nothing like it. I was working in the Scottish borders last year and went to a local game and ended up having a great night with everybody there. You simply couldn&#039;t do that with any other sport.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="McTallshort, post: 1212782, member: 53362"] Ok. I was always ok at sport but was also clumsy. Everyone at my school played and loved football but as much as I enjoyed playing it I never really got it. My primary school practiced at the local park and the dads on shift at the pit (coal mine) would come and tell the teacher what he was doing wrong. My dad was a publican and would also pop down as it was the days of licencing hours. One memory always stands out was one of the star players was going for a goal and I was the defender and clattered into him and watched while he wailed around on the floor and his dad lost his **** on the touch line with my dad. My dad who liked rugby decided I needed to perhaps give it a go. I was 9 and I loved it. Got dirty, bruises and was able to sneak a cheeky half pint behind the clubhouse bar. Played until I was 16 but Sacked it off in the end because I wasn't growing at the same pace as everyone else and I was going into the army anyway. Left the army and moved back in with my parents for a bit but they had moved so to make a social circle I went up to the local rugby club and started playing. Have to say it's the best thing I ever did. Great days some great friends, great memories and 25 years on I am working with 2 lads I used to play rugby with. There is nothing like it. I was working in the Scottish borders last year and went to a local game and ended up having a great night with everybody there. You simply couldn't do that with any other sport. [/QUOTE]

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