I'm 6' 1'', 162 walking round between fights and i'm pretty proud of my explosive power and damn proud of my abilities as a boxer. But about 3 weeks ago i stepped in for a mate to play a little rugby. Now i got on well, even managed to score me some points, but they managed to score on me too. I'm on crutches, broken foot and what the doctor described as a "shredded calf." Those fuckers aren't men they're small trucks.
Give me anyone in the ring, but il think twice before steppin onto a rugby pitch again. Oh and i no that modern rugby players are seen as very gentlemanly, and they are, but when im 6' 1'' and their SCRUM HALF is screaming "kill the little fucker" in my direction, u got a whole new world of resons to respect them.