No one ever accused Louis Rees-Zammit of “training like Tarzan and playing like Jane”, to excavate a funny one-liner from the dim and distant past, but now he has thrown in his lot with gridiron, there must be a chance that his sporting career will stop where the training ends and the playing is meant to begin.
There are plenty of big rugby names out there who think (and perhaps hope) that this will be the case – that the thrill-a-minute Gloucester wing’s time in a crash helmet and knee-length pants will be over long before he gets within hollering distance of the gazillions of dollars on o...