Oh dear. That was the scoreline at the end of GP2’s first ever rugby match last Sunday. It wasn’t the team’s first match, despite what the scoreline might suggest. But they were playing a team from Gala, in the Borders, and, as you’ll all know, Borders lads are farmers’ sons and built like tractors. Or cow sheds. Huge, in any case, and surely twice the size of their opponents. There was plenty of ducking and weaving but this was mostly from the Ross High team in their efforts to avoid tackling the trains that came hurtling towards them, clutching the ball, no need to pass as they banged down yet another try. I don’t blame them – I’d have dived for cover at the first whistle.
Still, he said he’d enjoyed it, despite the bitter wind, tucked away safely out on the wing, and he got his hands on the ball once for a nanosecond before off-loading in the face of another juggernaut. Good strategy – let someone else get tackled! GP2, by the way, is one of the smaller boys in his year.
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