Yep - I started in second row purely based on height and was delighted when they moved me to flanker. Eventually I stopped getting picked as I was physically far too puny as things got more serious. I wasn’t unhappy - getting regularly thumped and bawled out for shirking in tackles wasn’t worth the pay off for being king of the line out.The Skiving of the Long Distance Runner.
We had it out with both Christ College from Brecon and Haberdashers from Monmouth, their packs were a pile of cunts. Lot of English and one or two monied Taffs. You wouldn’t see lads like Lydiate from Builth, because they were comprehensive and only public schools toured fully. Exception was a team from Gorseinon, complete opposite socially but still yetis. First tackle was 20 kids kicking fuck out of each other. Organised savagery and that’s not overstating it.
Of the set-pieces, the scrum has almost mythical status. Reading the the Steve Thompson story today, jfc. My Mum and clan worship the P’pool front row. Then you see a story like Bobby Windor who went right off the deep end, wonder about past head trauma. We were taught to ruck our own team if they weren’t releasing the ball, key targets - ankles, knees, bollocks or boot to the face. You know those old forward boots above the ankle? Hurts less if you get rucked out. Back torn by studs, constant fighting.
Thing is, tall lads would be 2nd row material every time, so if you had continued your staff would have tried to put 3 stones on you and then thrown you at walls.