I think I say it every time there’s a big rugby tournament on. But I’m always struck by the difference between footballers and their egg-chasing counterparts.
I reckon it’s the desire you see written all over a rugby player’s face. Even when something weighing the same as a small horse lands on his head, a player will try to get up and get on with it.
It’s probably not a good idea to keep charging into hulking men when you’ve been hurt, but you simply don’t see the desire to keep going when footballers collide.
When watching live sport can cost the price of a weekend mini-break to Marbs, I know I’d rather spend my hard-earned watching players who’d keep fighting for me rather than the ones who fall over.