Rugby is a game for men that can’t play football. The ability to cushion a ball with the instep, bend it with the outside of the foot or run fast with the ball under control-and changing direction- is beyond the capabilities of the lumbering brutes of the queer-shaped ball game.
Before I continue I admit to not having a wide knowledge of rugger and possibly some of the things in this essay could be countered by more learned gentlemen. The following is points based on my limited time spent watching the “ugly” game. Continue reading “The case against rugby”
Boadicea's Chariot 