By MARK STEVENS

Jack Maunder had always been a name synonymous with Exeter Chiefs. Born and raised in the heart of Devon, rugby ran through his veins like the nearby River Exe carving its path through familiar landscapes.
From the moment he could run, he chased after the oval ball, honing his skills on the muddy fields of local clubs, dreaming of the day he would don the famous jersey of the Chiefs.
And that day did come. Maunder rising through the ranks at Sandy Park, his talent evident to all who watched him play. He became a fixture in the Chiefs’ line-up, his name etched in the annals ...