Back at 34…

*This post is about what happened August. Not current day.*

So I last played rugby at around the age of 17, for my school 2nd XV. I was a scrumhalf (not too bad either, but nothing special). I took a gap year, and when I went to university, I really didn’t fancy all the daft initiation rubbish, so never got back involved.

After university I travelled a bit, and eventually moved to Israel. Although there is a small rugby scene in Israel, I don’t drive, and public transport and work, would have meant I’d not have seen my son at all on training days, and I wasn’t happy with that.

During my time in Israel I started following rugby a lot more closely, going from an internationals only sort of guy, into following a club (Wasps, the season after they just avoided relegation), and watching a lot of the games as they were on/available. We’d always check to see what games were on when visiting home in England, and try and catch a game at the Ricoh, so I’ve seen a few home games too, one was as a friends and family guest. Turns out random internet strangers can actually turn out to be not only nice people, but also connected, this comes into play a bit more soon.

We moved to England in August, so my now 6 year old son would have time to meet some of his new classmates before school started. I settled in as well as possible (my wife’s visa was delayed), and started looking up training for him, and also myself! Checked on Facebook when training was, and went along.

*Tiny feet - although I’ve played with my boy in Israel, he’s obviously not actually been to any rugby practice, very nervous for his first training session, and desperately hoping he enjoys himself.


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