Let it out the bag (Jeeeeeeeeeeeeez)

He was good, but not a patch on Buck Shelford.

(The ‘onion out of the bag’ legend is testament to that*.) Still, there but for the grace of God, go all of us. Hands up who hasn’t been well-pissed staggering out of a taxi after a Wednesday session on holiday?

This is about Zinzan Brooke, who has had to have a brain op after smacking his head getting out of taxi...

I know I will be heavily criticised for this, but I do find it slightly ironic and perhaps a little amusing that a bloke who played international rugby ,fiercely, at no. 8, a position not noted for its overt subtlety, should come a cropper in such a fashion. As a coach of the BaaBaa’s. In Spain. In May.

I do, of course wish him a very speedy and full recovery.

*So the story goes, Buck had his vitals raked in an international v France. He tootled around for a bit and then wandered over to the touchline (or at half time, depends on which version), asked the physio for a handful of cotton wool which he then stuffed down the front of his shorts. He played on for a while longer. Then, deciding perhaps something should be done, He Asked The Physio To Chuck A Couple Of Stitches In!? The physio did and so he carried on... When he had asked for the sew-up, one of his testicles was actually hanging out of his scrotum.

Now that, my cross-eyed wincers, is dedication to the cause. I am now off to listen to some loud music and shout ‘lah-lah-la-la-laaaah-lah’ until my queasiness eases.