BRENDAN GALLAGHER
I have cursed David Duckham every winter’s day since late in 1971, which is an odd state of affairs as he was/is probably my all-time favourite player.
An explanation of sorts is therefore required. It was entirely down to England’s glamorous wing that I broke my thumb while scoring a try with no player – opposition or colleague – within 20 yards of me.
Cruising under the posts after a very decent team move against Sutton HS this idiot and halfwit couldn’t resist showboating and slamming the ball down one handed to score in Duckham’s trademark style.
Duckham effortlessly e...