Welcome
Welcome to the ramblings of a rugby mum…
I am one of a few other mums that stand on the side line
week in, week out. A glorified taxi driver for the real stars of the show and their
equally important fathers running up and down the line, waving their hands in the
air, barking orders and doing their best impersonation of Eddie Jones.
Rugby has always been seen as a gentleman’s sport, where
boys bond and make lifelong friends and the dads and sometimes grandads profess
to knowing more than the players, the coaches and sometimes the Sir.
So where do we as
mothers fit in?
Do we keep quiet
and act dumb about rugby? Do we just stay behind the scenes and make sure our angels
are wearing the gum shields and body armour?
Are we just the
ones that wash those stinky socks and clean the boots after the matches or get the
grass and mud stains out of their shorts?
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