I reckon I'd like to listen whats said in the scrum. Actually I think I'd like to be in the scrum LOL
Two of my brothers played Rugby. One was captain of a representative New South Wales team that toured Tasmania in the 1950s. He was also gay and is now deceased. Following my mother's death, I found his captain's badge, from that long-ago Tasmanian tour, which I now very much treasure.
As a small child, I remember watching my big brothers coming off the field, covered in mud and blood; our poor, dear mother nearby, in floods of tears. Rugby always was a tough game, but it seemed to be even more brutal way back then, before it was gentrified for the television camera.
But I digress! Back to the subject at hand -
SCRUMS!!! I, too, Matt, have had fantasies about having my head stuck in one of those heavenly scrums!
I don't fancy the resultant, mandatory cauliflower ears, however!