Mr Versatility
Is it a sign of brilliance when a player can turn up to a trial game of rugby and then play in 4 different positions?
Is it a sign of brilliance when those positions include forwards and backs?
Or is it just reality catching up to an aging fat winger who is desperate to find the place where he fits into this brave new world?
The name of this hapless individual? Our very own Roscoe!
That's right - SCOE IN THE ROW!!!
In the most amazing feat since socket last made a tackle, (which I believe predates jesus), Roscoe turned out for the mighty Blueys in the No.4 jersey. Was it fate, was it lack of numbers, or was it resignation to the fact that he's not the spring chicken he once was, and he weighs more than most of the break-aways in the club (all 482 of them).
While i realize that most of you would have sold off your first born to witness this momentous historical event, and think you've missed the defining point of your life. I can assure you that after watching him play, he is eventually destined to rise from a lowly back to the glory of being a real man - a rugby forward!
For all his normal whinging, bleating and hair product, Roscoe actually acquitted himself quite well. It's amazing what a back is capable of when the pressure is on to conform to a completely foreign environment. He was involved in rucks, mauls and tackles (all in the same game as opposed to one of each over a series of weeks), As well as the eye opening experience of lineouts and scrums.
It makes me smile to think that while writing this, he's at home lying on his lounge whingeing like a bitch because he's so sore from doing more work in one game than the last 2 seasons combined.
Is it a sign of brilliance when those positions include forwards and backs?
Or is it just reality catching up to an aging fat winger who is desperate to find the place where he fits into this brave new world?
The name of this hapless individual? Our very own Roscoe!
That's right - SCOE IN THE ROW!!!
In the most amazing feat since socket last made a tackle, (which I believe predates jesus), Roscoe turned out for the mighty Blueys in the No.4 jersey. Was it fate, was it lack of numbers, or was it resignation to the fact that he's not the spring chicken he once was, and he weighs more than most of the break-aways in the club (all 482 of them).
While i realize that most of you would have sold off your first born to witness this momentous historical event, and think you've missed the defining point of your life. I can assure you that after watching him play, he is eventually destined to rise from a lowly back to the glory of being a real man - a rugby forward!
For all his normal whinging, bleating and hair product, Roscoe actually acquitted himself quite well. It's amazing what a back is capable of when the pressure is on to conform to a completely foreign environment. He was involved in rucks, mauls and tackles (all in the same game as opposed to one of each over a series of weeks), As well as the eye opening experience of lineouts and scrums.
It makes me smile to think that while writing this, he's at home lying on his lounge whingeing like a bitch because he's so sore from doing more work in one game than the last 2 seasons combined.
posted by moo | 10:50 AM
4 Comments:
I feel like Christopher Reeve (after he died) writing this comment with a pen in my mouth.
No more sledging forwards
Hats off to Rosscoe! Is this a permanent move?
Ross are you sure you haven't been hanging around with the hilarious Robbie Williams getting into mischief?
I'm not sure SmackDog, but I know I was starting to definately see some UFO's midway through the afternoon at Wakehurst!!
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