Dismal Pillock
Michael Lynagh (62)
Mid-Thread Ode to Rugby.
Rugby is the perfect game. The Game of Life. Life in a microcosm. Analogies galore. As with life, rugby is not only daft but it's full of frustrating "rules" which seem completely open to subjective interpretation and enforcement. And usually arbitrated upon by one jumped-up prick dressed in an objectionable manner. That's life.
Soccer might be "the beautiful game" but life ain't beautiful. In rugby, as in life, there's places you go and places you should bloody well not go. but you sort of want to, to see what it's like. but it takes some nuts to have a crack. and you'll never know unless you try. and if you succeed, well, obviously, you'll be an awesome fluffybunny forever.
I played 1st XI soccer and 1st XV rugby in Auckland and I always remmebr from my rugby playing days, when you step on that field, that feeling of lawlessness. "1 ref and 30 blokes and we're about to do stuff that anywhere else would get us arrested." A shockingly-sanctioned breakdown in the social contract. For 80 minutes. Then after the violence in broad daylight, you shake hands and respect the fluffybunny on the other team who also survived. You dont get that unity with soccer. You're not going to war with your comrades. On the rugby paddock i felt 100% alive, all senses sharpened just to come out intact. The rest of life is sort of just a 30% mail-in