Why we started sing songs on the team bus at Racing

In the Racing 92 training complex at Plessis-Robinson in Paris, there they were, writes Ronan O’Gara

The lads. Sitting around a table littered with ‘full-fat’ bottles of Coke for lunch. And lovely big tubs of butter. And they getting quite ratty when the bottles and butter were confiscated.

And me, burning up inside, raging at the standards. The players were employing the ice machine not to soothe aching limbs but to keep their Cokes chilled.