Rugby is a sport where the unusual happens regularly and the commonplace never.
Rugby is an art of war in which each player must understand that every action has consequences.
Football is a gentleman’s game played by beasts. Rugby is a beastly game played by gentlemen.
Rugby is a hooligan’s game played by gentlemen.
Rugby is a beastly game played by gentlemen; soccer is a gentleman’s game played by beasts; football is a beastly game played by beasts.
Rugby is great. The players don’t wear helmets or padding; they just beat the living daylights out of each other and then go for a beer. I love that.
The whole point of rugby is that it is, first and foremost, a state of mind, a spirit.
In rugby, there’s no ace striker, there’s no number four batter, so it’s a question of working hard as a group and if I’ve got one skill to give it’s a good work ethic.
Rugby is not just about scoring tries — it’s about not letting them score.
To succeed in rugby, you’ve got to be mad in the head and soft in the heart.
In rugby, as in life, character is everything.
Playing rugby at school I once fell on a loose ball and, through ignorance of the rules, failed to release it. As a result I spent the whole afternoon at the bottom of a muddy pile of stronger boys. It was character forming.
Rugby is a game all about teamwork and support. To go forwards you must first go backwards.
Rugby may have many problems, but the gravest is undoubtedly that of the persistence of summer.
Rugby is a good occasion for keeping thirty bullies far from the center of the city.
Rugby is a wonderful show: dance, opera and, suddenly, the blood of a killing.
There is no doubt that rugby is the best thing that ever came out of England.
