I can’t remember the last time I watched a rugby match. I suspect it was about five years ago when I was in Dublin with some rugby heads, and we ended up watching a match in Slattery’s. Against who? What tournament? No idea, it didn’t register in my brain. And before that match, I genuinely can’t remember watching the sport. It’s not that I don’t understand the sport; I do. In fact, I used to play a lot of rugby. This was when female rugby first broke out: it was deeply unpopular, there was no funding for women, and there…

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