Wales have won the Grand Slam and I have grown to love rugby. Over the past weeks I have been completely captivated by the Six Nations and I don’t quite know how this has happened, because I used to hate it. I look back to those bitterly cold afternoons up on the hills above the Gordano Valley near Bristol where the weather always seemed to hover somewhere between horizontal sleet and hail.
Martin Bright
15-a-side solidarity

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