Its quite funny that my favourite genre of book is very definitely autobiographies of rugby players. Its unavoidable. So good. Honest and real, you get a real feel for not only what rugby was like but life in general in that era. Both are clearly different to today in practice, but on a human level nothing is ever as distinct as you think. It was like listening to my bamps sat on the armchair telling stories about his life. It was lovely to read his descriptions of people. He had a real sensitivity of his teammates (and people in general) and a quite beautiful understanding of all their nuances and peculiarities in a sort of quiet way that can only come through real care and love for them. You get the chance to see these people for who they were, beyond just the names you caught reminiscent whispers of whilst growing up. Sometimes the actual rugby felt like it was just going on in the background. Its a book about people mostly. What a guy honestly. Imagine having him as your captain!