There it is. That marvelous weakness in the opponent's line.
You're at full speed, sprinting towards the gap. This try is going to
be glorious. It's green as far as the eye can see. You can't believe
Your glorious moment meets an abrupt end.
you feel the impact of what must have been a locomotive carrying 78
cars full of concrete, steel and hate, a voice in the back of your head
marvels, "The world is so beautiful when it's upside down and spinning.
That ground is getting close. I wonder if it is going to hurt when I
stop my fall with my face."
you watch the mongol horde of a ruck form over you while you get
molested, kicked, and stepped on, a gem of wisdom forms in your
Warning: Flankers may be closer than they appear