The nearest I get to a
rugby coach is driving one - the local primary school team’s minibus to
Darlington for a tag rugby tournament, which was my introduction to a game I
found frustrating to watch as the only way to stop an opponent was to pull off one of
two plastic ribbons Velcro-ed to a belt, making it a bit of a lottery especially
with them flapping about in the stiff breeze; the boys and girls did well
against opponents from bigger schools and most importantly got some vigorous
exercise in the more than fresh air.
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