Photo: A Mole
South London, early 1980s. One of the more unlikely rugby 7’s teams to ever take the field. None of us wanted to play. It was bloody hot, the bar was open all day and our plan was to get knocked out in the first round and spend all afternoon quaffing and watching others toil in the heat. All went well and we were indeed bundled out of the main competition at the first hurdle. However, such was the brain’s trust that was our team, we’d forgotten about the plate competition for early losers.
Armed with two men looking down the wrong end of forty and five other hangover victims, and led by the every-young and ever-smiling Des Burney (middle, bloodied, smiling) several games later we stupidly went and won the sodding thing. You may be able to detect the fatigue in the above victory snap. This remains the only competition (plate or otherwise) I ever won as a rugby player. And it hurt.
Thanks Des. We’ll all miss you.
What a great picture, a lovely story and a moving tribute to Des, bless him, and I think I recognise the photographer’s shadow!
Mole
Credit where it’s due. When I found the print there was no copyright stamp on the back. Have now rectified that. I always liked that pic. Very Des.
My lasting memory of this was a shimmy by Mickey Bull that beat all of their team, he looked up, saw 50 yards to go with no one to beat and kicked the sodding thing!! An old head on old shoulders.
I think that may have been cos the bloke playing centre (me) was 50 yards behind him throwing up.
How did Justin find time to do his hair and makeup before this pic ?
Nobody knows