Losing a player on the team usually requires a mourning process for a few of the people staying on, whether players leave because they're up the duff, injured, too busy, just feel too old to go on or because they move somewhere else. For some, they might just've been the fullback with the weird accent or the drunkest girl at the rugbyclub...but for others they might've been someone like-minded and a constant partner in crime. Someone who'd listen to your moaning, bring you chips and dip when you're hungover and drink the last of your beer when you can't take anymore. A really good friend. Someone who'd encourage you to treat yourself to nice things and discourage you from getting involved in stupid things (even if you don't listen).
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In the big, warm and sometimes slightly incestous family that is our rugby club, someone is missing. There's now a pitch black hole shaped like a small irish girl holding a pint in one hand and - for some reason - a christmas goat in the other...
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But to look at it from the bright side - more Kexchoklad for the rest of us! See you soon!
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