Rugby?!

Don’t ask! 😂

For those who follow me personally (or the business insta) you’ll know that my Sundays are taken up by my sons football.

I have 4 kids, 3 boys 1 girl. 2 of my sons are sports MACHINES!! One plays football and my oldest does rugby, mma, weight lifting, jiu jitsu.

There’s only me here raising them so sometimes I have to decide where I’m going to be to watch and Jude is only 13 so football takes priority as he’s not as capable (although he actually is) as Jacob (15) in making his way to training and games.

Anyway…….

It’s just been decided along the way I go to the football on Sundays and I’ve been taking the camera and I absolutely love it. I’ve watched football all my life (COYS) so I have a good understanding and knowledge of what’s happening and what’s away to happen. I’ve captured some cracking moments on camera too

Rugby. RUGBY……. Not a fucking clue guys. There seems to be no rhythm, no reason, no logic. Just a lot of fucking brute force 😂 I don’t even know how long a game is. If they swap sides after half time. Why some tackles are ok and others aren’t.

We had a free week from football and a cup game for rugby so I found myself in Greenock on Sunday for the rugby.

Last time I was in Greenock/Gourock the sun was shining. It felt like a wee holiday! Was a really lovely experience. Well in the rain and cold…… not so lovely 😂 very grey place. Very cold. So cold.

My son got a red card. No idea what for.

Our team won. No idea how.

There was approx 272883 scrums. No idea why.

272838944 tackles.

However it was really lovely (even if I couldn’t feel my fingers) to watch my oldest (my baby boy) playing rugby and absolutely smashing it.

I’m so fucking proud of him.