Tackle & high

I’m a big rugby fan. I was converted when cable TV first came to India. Followed Jonah Lomu and Co pretty religiously back in the day. It wasn’t until I came to the Gulf that I actually got to watch a live rugby game. It was the under-21 World Rugby Cup. Never have I been to a sporting spectacle that was so testosterone-filled. It’s so gladiatorial in nature when watched live that you can’t help but succumb to this rush of blood to the head. And the women who turn out to see… now that’s another post altogether.