Rugby days....

Its every dads dream to be able to say "i coached my kid in a sport they loved". Im fortunate enough to have had a somewhat of a decent rugby career myself - picking up some small accolades along the way, representing my local club, my district, my county and an u16s welsh cap... but those were a lifetime ago, when joints didnt crack and bumps didnt hurt, recovery was 24hr and not a full week, and i had a mouthful of teeth....

So the opportunity to coach the next generation of up and coming kids, gives me a chsnce to give back to rugby just a fraction of everything it has given to me.

My son, the giant of a child, has already made some lifelong friendships and is starting to grow into a formidable enforcer on the field. Not in a nasty, thuggish way(hes a gentle giant), but when the hard graft and dirty yards need to be made, hes the go to guy.

A good head height above everyone else his age, and double some of the other kids weight, he has the potential to be unstoppable.... lets judt hope he doesnt stop growing at 10yrs old and the others shoot passed him.

So heres to more "rugby days" with his friends. Who knows, one day, you guysnreading this kight even aee him playing on TV. You can say you saw him here first as a baby-faced 10yr old!!