Rugby There’s a moment when you step onto the pitch, everything else fades away, the air stretches your lungs. Your senses are heightened, there is no place you’d rather be. You belong here. When the whistle goes it’s a symphony of beauty, both magical and violent. If you don’t play rugby, it’s impossible to understand the acceptance of the sweat, blood and pain. But this acceptance is what connects us. You don’t get paid, fans don’t scream your name, but the magic of this sport that you love so much, is that you don’t do it for that. You do it for pride, respect and for your brother playing alongside you. Rugby is brutal, a war, and during this fight you realize something that defines you. No matter what, the team always comes first. Upon this realization, only one thought fills your mind. You were born to play this game.