As the author points out this is not an autobiography with the usual linear form starting with his birth and progressing to the current day. Instead think of it a series of essays centring on aspects of the game, how they have affected him, together with masses of personal anecdotes. There are serious points made but overall, the style is that of tall tales and reminiscences over a few beers. A little self-indulgent at times perhaps, but for me it worked well with barely a dull moment.
He starts with the need for team socials, the male bonding and creating a ‘band of brothers’ ethos needed for a physical and at times brutal sport. If you already think of rugby players as posh, meathead hooligans then this section is not going to change your mind, but I did find it very funny, though not the kind of thing to be included in a Netflix behind the scenes documentary. He says that university rugby societies are much worse, them having disgusting initiation rites, though perhaps he protests too much.
The chapters following recount various bawdy and silly exploits, nicknames and pranks together with some serious observations. So, expect to hear about training with its macho posturing, fights and aggression. Preparation for playing the game, the togetherness, the jokes to pass the time and that bastard who skims most of the crunchy bit of the trays of apple crumble. There is also the negative side as players have to cope with injury layoffs, with near constant pain at times and the prospect of life changing damage to their bodies by the time they retire. In both codes of rugby the players have got bigger, faster and through professionalism much fitter. Add to this the better playing surfaces, mud baths are rarely seen these days, the collisions are testing bodies to their absolute limits.
Although top level rugby players can be well paid, their earnings are nowhere near those of footballers and other top earners in individual sports like golf or tennis. This means that retirement still needs to be carefully planned, something the author has done. He tells of the piss-taking he received when he created a personal web site, but I expect more will follow suit. He now has a ‘portfolio’ career turning his hand to writing, DJing, TV and radio appearances (including I’m a Celebrity) after dinner speaking and a rugby podcast ‘The Good The Bad and The Rugby.’
He also recognises that it is important to step out of the comfort zone and broaden one’s horizons. This led to him playing in France, Japan and New Zealand as well as England, though Wales was considered a step too far. These provide a wealth of life experiences and anecdotes for his public speaking career. The one about a calendar shoot in Paris is hilarious, but I won’t spoil it here.