There's no blocking in rugby, so when I get the ball I'm on my own. My
teammates will be there to ruck over me when I hit the ground, but
until then it's me against the line...and I don't like hitting the
ground. A singular moment of building inertia is coming. Bodies will
crash and whether I get slammed or a tackler gets run over, there's
only one certainty...someone's getting punished.
I've found a gap in the opposition's lines and make a break for it,
delivering a steady diet of disappointment to would-be tacklers with
fast feet and stiff arms. Try to stop me with a weak ass arm tackle?
Not happening. Pick your jock up and walk away while I celebrate another try.
Rugby...delivering punishment one stiffarm at a time.