Sorry Februs! Only a wee joke. And I admit it I was always too much of a wimp to ever enjoy rugby. The trouble was I was never sensible enough to run away from the ball so I would get flattened by some hulking ruffian with shoulders the size of a barn door.
I remember 1966. Football will always be the beautiful game for me, although I must tell you about my deprived childhood. My father regularly took me to see Torquay United play from the age of about five! It was terrible but some deeply rooted masochistic part of my nature took a strange delight in all that human misery! It is terrible what we inflict on our children! If he had cared he could have taken me to the Nou Camp rather than Plainmoor!