My view of the world around me.
I’ll never make a sports photographer, that’s for sure. Apart from not particularly liking rugby, or having a massive f2.8 bazooka of a lens, I’m more interested in what happens off the ball than following the action. I watched a whole live rugby match for the first time on Saturday in Navan Rugby Club. Navan were playing against Suttonians, who hail from Sutton apparently and Navan won. Apparently Navan scored more tries than Sutton which is easy to understand. What I don’t get in rugby is why they spend their time kicking the ball OUT of the pitch instead of trying to keep it in like all other football games.
I suppose if you want to be a sports tog, then you’d better like the game. Anyway, back to the interesting bits. This chap (Navan) got a wallop from another chap (Sutton) which left him decked on the ground. Actually how he got back up is beyond, me because the other guy was HUGE and the poor chap above got an awful thump. In rushed the physio with his “magic” bag and out of it he pulled …..a feicin can of spray!
Whatever happened to the magic sponge? I always remember the magic sponge which appeared no matter what sort of injury you had. Concussion, fracture, gash, gouge, broken nose or whatever! The magic sponge was the cure all. Now we’ve gone all high tech with aerosols and the like.
If the truth be known, it was actually hairspray. Yer man’s hair got tossed when he hit the deck and his hairdresser was on hand to sort him out.