Rugger-heads blur the lines between fan and follower

AS I stood getting dressed at the swimming pool last Wednesday morning it finally dawned on me what it is about rugby that I abhor so much. Don’t get the wrong idea.

I wasn’t in a grouchy mood. Following an early start, 50 hard laps (all front crawl too – thank you), and 15 leisurely minutes in the sauna, I was in fine kilter.

Then I started listening to the conversation between the two men behind me.