Rugby was not a sport to enter lightly; it demanded total dedication.
The tackles jarred the body, the scrums felt like giant moving barricades, and every throw needed to be perfectly timed. Yet, in the match, there was something beautiful and it's the seamless pass, playing through the defense, and the togethernes of fifteen players heart beating together.
Suffering was certain, but so was the feeling of pride. When the try was scored, hands shot up, and cheers erupted; it went beyond just winning; it was about belonging. Rugby ain't just a game; it was a more like brother hood, a battle, and a shared victory.