KEEPING AN EYE ON THE GAME

There once was a time when I wasn’t carrying a whistle and trying to control 30 players on a field, navigate through the head contact process, managing whinging captains, and trying to deal with moaning spectators. There once was a time when I was very much the same player directing my gripes and moans back towards the person holding the whistle too.

I started playing rugby at intermediate school. My parents opting to push myself and my brother down the soccer route to build more 'coordination and skill’ into my young body. However, as soon as I was ‘old enough’ I couldn’t wait to join the rest of my friends on