Reporting for duty on a Sunday rugby morning with the mighty Under Sevens. Kit assembled, boots laced, tactics discussed. All left is the vital matter of the finely honed athletic machine of the player’s body. Just one fuel will do. Triple Bacon Roll, red sauce, please, steward. Our Mate Sam Warburton would be proud.
The two great religions of Wales
A little boy’s code for cushion combat
The Boy has made a major step into manhood with his first rugby international
Take me home, where I belong
“Whoso would be a man must be a non-conformist, and preferably play in the pack.”