From the armchair coach to the paying spectator, there isn’t a category of rugby enthusiast whose experience of the oval game hasn’t been diluted by the English weather in one way or another. I’m talking about rain predominantly. Wet and grim. We curse it; we scowl at it, but for those of us who love our rugby, we persist with it for as long as it takes to hear the final whistle, before we leave spluttering and soaked through to our bone marrow.
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