One of my great passions in life is rugby union. I should say my passion is now limited to watching / discussing / shouting at rugby union rather than playing and I am somewhat thankful that my playing days are behind me given the bruising that players of the modern game have to endure.
I have long been a season ticket holder for Glasgow Warriors and am currently looking forward to that item dropping through my letterbox in the next few days. The early part of the season competes with the World Cup and I fear that with so many Warriors involved in Scotland duty (Fiji / Canada / Tonga also represented to name but a few) it may leave us playing catch up later on.
Several of my friends are travelling to Japan for the group stages of the World Cup to see Scotland in the flesh and I am very jealous. I am also reminded of the great tour we took of New Zealand, primarily to visit daughter, but also to see the British Lions play. There was an enormous sense of rugby family in New Zealand and as much as seeing the games we always felt welcome by the New Zealand people who were more than willing to talk rugby in cafes, pubs and on the street.
So the game for the last few weeks has been to try and guess the make up of the Scotland squad. I, personally, would like to see youth championed and players such as Matt Fagerson given a seat on the plane. The squad is named tomorrow and I suspect before the day is out I will be on Facebook messenger touting option with my rugby friends. My friend Gareth has been texting back and forth while Wales and Scotland have been playing and it’s a great excuse to stay in touch with a good friend I’ve had since University years.
No real point to this blog other than to acknowledge all things rugby that bring me much enjoyment, particularly watching my boy play that I have yet to mention. Also a thank you to the big rugby family that I’m part of, cant wait for the World Cup and domestic season to start so the debate over the better team / player / pie can start again!
Middle Age Musings 