I got a text a couple of weeks ago while I was in the pub asking whether I’d fancy playing a veterans rugby match. Being three sheets to the wind I said yes.
Yesterday was the day. Keeping in mind (typical for my club) we went from about 25 players down to a bare 15 my chances of a 10-minute cameo turned into a full 80 minutes. First half at second row, second half at blindside flanker.
I fecking loved it. Been a couple of years since playing but I had a great time. Carried the ball several times, hit some rucks, took a couple of line outs and made several tackles. Some of them good ones.
This morning I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus. Every bit of me hurts. In a good way. Tomorrow is when the DOMS will kick in!