THEY sat alone with their memories in Leicester Cathedral as the St Anne’s church choir brought Cwm Rhondda to a crescendo, their masked attendance ensuring an occasion like no other.
Almost a complete XV of venerated English rugby warriors had come to pay homage to one of their own, a mercurial Welshman from a distant valley, one who rolled off the assembly line at the fabled fly-half victory two years after Barry John and two months before Phil Bennett.
The old Tigers emerged blinking into the glare of a summer’s day. And there, in the grounds of the 12th century Norman cathedral, they s...
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