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Back in my day kiddies played cricket in the summer, rugby in the winter and the world was a happy place. Everyone knew where everyone stood. You were an elusive back with an incisive left boot, you were a hard toiling second rower with a never say die attitude, a flighty fullback whose angles and timing when chiming into a backline set the crowd on fire, you were a rock of Gibraltar style prop who never took a backward step. You were not a white Strayan, an Aborigine, a Chinaman, or the son of the local fish shop proprietor. You were judged not for who you were but on the standards you set for yourself. You also did not need a firearm.
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