« sweeteners | Main | brightening my day »

January 19, 2009


I have 3 sons and I LOVE the game, so I am sure to have lots of rugby in my future too!

I do admire you for supporting him through seven years of rugby... but I'm so glad I have girls!!!

Ooooh! I have just bought one of your cards! I chose the tea cosy one for my mums birthday x They were on a display right at the front of the shop and looked gorgeous! Well done Mrs Brocket!

When my younger son told me he was quitting soccer to play (American) football I was horrified. It's not a game I love and imagining him at the bottom of a pile of huge mega-padded, helmeted players gave me nightmares. (One of our local sportscasters had been made a paraplegic while playing high school football.) But my son persisted and trained like a fanatic for nine months to build up the muscles he needed to play. In the end, he never got more than a few scrapes and bruises, but he learned so much about being disciplined, being part of a team and working for something you want.
Now, every Thanksgiving he joins the former members of the school team - all ages, teenagers to middle aged men - to play a game together before dinner and the big games on tv. That, I think, is one of the nicest things that football has given him.

My younger son played rugby at school for several years, but at just about seven-and-a-half stone and 5"4" he was always coming off worst! Oh, the bruises and grazes we've had to deal with (and the MUD), I hated him playing, but he absolutely loved it.

I have read and enjoyed your blog for a very long time.
I have two boys who have played rugby since the age of seven and like Tom have played for school club and county. My eldest went off to Uni last autumn and my youngest will leave school next year. Our weekends have been taken up totally by rugby watching school matches on a Saturday and club on a Sunday. We along with other parents are aready thinking about how much we are going to miss it and what a huge change it will be. As parents we have made some very special freinds from standing freezing usually on the touch line and the boys and parents all seem to have formed a special bond. My sons legs never seemed to fill out and the opposition nearly always looked bigger!
My youngest is very quiet and it has been brilliant for him socially.
The only bits i will not miss are the trips we had to make to A&E ....and the washing!
Enjoy watching Tom.

Goodness seven years? I am moaning at supporting my husband through his last two seasons of hockey.

Yes, I remember being quite surprised when I first noticed that my "boys'" legs had turned into man legs! With four boys around here you'd think that it wouldn't surprise me anymore, but it does!

I'm surrounded by snow and was amazed to see how green the pitch is. It's a "winter sport"? Do you not get much snow during that season?

My little one has recently discovered the joys of tag rugby - can you recommend a sturdy washing machine brand and what are the best thermals for the spectator! I fear I shall need both! t.x

i can remember when my boys played football and i would keep track of them running in the pile by their legs--what a fond memory you've brought back, thanks.

Ms. Brocket,

Recently became a reader of your blog and enjoying every minute. I have 2 small daughters and this post makes me wonder: how quickly will these years pass? Will I blink and my Sara & Kelly be grown? How does one fear and hope for something all at once? Only a mother could understand, I suppose.

Thank you for sharing and kind regards,

Indiana, USA

I have a kind of love-hate relationship with rugby. It conjurs up so many feeling and memories: of pride, elation, desparation, sheer fear of being hit by the ball while standing on the sideline, of being chilled to the bone on a winters day. My husband has played and watched rugby all over the world and is totally and utterly obsessed with it. Ironically, only one of our boys played but gave it up when he discovered skateboarding. Jane, wouldn't you like to design a rugby kit?! I mean you could bring a really funky colourful twist to it! Oh, and I know exactly what you mean about the legs! xxx

I feel your love and pain

I've been with you since the start, normally a happy lurker, with similar age kiddos...kinda sad how quickly they all grow into big legs


My son's now 25, played rugby at school (usually in the second team) at number 8. His last match was the one in which his collar bone got broken and he decided he was just too thin to carry on. Still, he did enjoy it until then. I was often on the touchline, and I felt that it had been worthwhile when one of George's friends thanked me for going to so many matches by saying "It was so good to hear someone shouting 'Come on Henry, RUN!!!'".
My daughter, now 16, rowed for 4 long years, 4 hours Saturday, 4 hours Sunday, 2 hours after school Monday, Tuesday, Thursday (they all had Friday off and she did ballet on Wednesdays). In her last year she competed in 3 races, for a total of about an hour, and she stopped last summer. At last I had my weekends back (as I'm widowed it was just me taking her to and from the rowing club so it took over my weekends as well).
I think it was vey good for her, and she learned a lot of important lessons for life. But now she does the 2 ballet lessons a week and our weekends are free for modelling- but that's another story!

This is a lovel story, and reminds me of a love poem I heard on the radio by Pam Ayres. Hope you enjoy it!

How can that be my baby?
How can that be my son?
Standing on a rugger field,
more than six foot one.
Steam rising from him,
his legs are streaked with blood,
and he wears a yellow mouthguard,
in a face that's black with mud.
How can that be my baby?
How can he look like that?
I used to sit him on my knee
and read him postman pat.
Those little ears with cotton buds
I kept in perfect shape
But now they're big and purple
and they're fastened back with tape.
How can that be my baby?
When did he reach that size?
What happened to his wellies
with the little froggy eyes?
His shirt is on one shoulder
but it's hanging off the other
and the little baffled person at his feet
is me: his mother.

Just posted on my own blog about how much rugby means in my family! My son is only just 5 so too young at the moment to play, but neither he nor his father can wait for that special day. I can see many years of standing on the sidelines doing my share of supporting and dealing with mud in the future. Great for them though!

My own little boy all grown up walked in yesterday from the school bus covered in mud from Rugby. I had only just that day cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom and my heart sank. It will need doing again! The problem is he takes no much nagging to get the filthy kit off and change. He has played football/rugby for 10 years and my husband has shouted himself hoarse on a weekly basis. But we all love it. My daughter has just started playing competative netball so my Sunday mornings are now spent on cold sidelines too. Minus the shouting netball is much more ladylike and cleaner!
Karen East Horsley

sorry, am i the only one here reading that doesn't have little boys and is appreciating the idea of british male rugby legs from a young and single lady pov? :)

The comments to this entry are closed.

Become a Fan

words and pictures

  • Please do not use my words or photos without my permission. Thank you.
Blog powered by Typepad