The Scrum-Rugby Magazine"

And yet other times, the great old umpire beyond the clouds, when the screams from the grim reaper are too loud, capitulates to the calls and gives you out. Before your next run. That you shall face no more another balls. That no more shall you dance on the crease. That thou hands shall caress no more that thick rugged thread that embroiders the ball that defined the sport you loved with all you heart and a little bit more. 49, all out. It is after all. Death be not proud. Requiescat In Pace…..Heath Streak.