I must admit that I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the good game of rugby. I am of Welsh birth, so should love it, but on the other hand it was almost an enforced religion when I was growing up so sometimes can resent it.
If you didn't like it where I grew up, people thought you were weird, or foreign, or both
If you didn't worship the local rugby playing boys, you were a lesbian or a geek.
I was actually a bi-sexual geek so as you can guess never really hit it off with some of the more extreme local hardmen, musclebound, beer swilling gentlemen who played for local teams. I have sisters who were both rugby groupies (still are really).
They went out with a succession of men who were more about drinking and playing with their mates than having a decent relationship. They ended up marrying them but divorcing them in the end.
So here I am today, half of me avoiding watching the game against Australia because of a childhood dislike of a cultural thing I experienced growing up and half of me cheering cos my country just achieved something really cool by winning a game against one of the best teams in the world.
Lol what a crazy mixed up kid eh!?
I needs to get me some perspective! (or perhaps a beer to celebrate!)
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