Lucy had been trying to convince me to play touch rugby with the fathers of some of her friends for several weeks so I told her I would play on my return from a work trip to Macao. It had been a little over 10 years since my last serious game of competitive rugby, indeed I hadn’t played any type of rugby including social touch in that time. As a result I was conscious of the fact that my best rugby years were long past and that I should be careful. After a few minutes of play, the competitive juices were in full flow, even in a social setting. A hole opened in the defensive line and a quick dummy and run saw me dive over the try-line untouched and reliving former glories. Unfortunately the slide carried me onto a concrete footpath and left my third finger sitting at a rather unnatural angle. A quick trip to the local hospital then gave me an opportunity to experience emergency treatment Indian style. First of all I must say that the experience was generally good
