Hey Dutchman! The dignity and self-discipline of the Afrikaner

Crruuncch! It was like crashing against a concrete pillar. The Dutchman, erm, Afrikaner kid shrugged me off and ran towards the school rugby field touchline, the crowds roaring. I lay on the spiky grass, dazed from my attempt to tackle that big bastard.
I was thirteen then and to this day I swear blind it [...]