Well for a little while anyway.
The guys loved there fitness work…they were almost begging me for more.
This is as light as the tackling gets…like most things in sport…it’s all about getting your technique right.
Then the Pottsy totally upstaged me…he dropped a knowledge bomb on the backs…he’s trying to explain tackling to a bunch of guys who are better known for their fantastic taste in clothes and for watching on for most of the game while the forwards do all the hard work only to swoop in after all the hard yards have been to score the tries and get all the glory.
He might as well be talking to a wall.
Naturally I would love to blog more…but I’m going to go out and supervise the lads while they have a couple of Diet Cokes in farewell to Frank the Tank who is leaving for the sunnier climate of Chester, England.