YOUR article regarding Bath coach Todd Blackadder taking a dim view of his players running naked across the pitch following a few late night drinks brought on a wry smirk.
In my day it was deemed compulsory to indulge in a spot of high jinks after a game of rugby. Indeed it was one of the principle reasons why most young men played the game.
Stories of miscreant deeds while on Easter tour in Wales or such like abounded years after those involved had retired from playing and ignited many a raucous laugh in the club bar. It created fellowship.
Trust a dour Kiwi to pour scorn on a bit of harml...