Last day in Borneo, the wrap
Unlike in football (soccer to Americans), acting talent is not required in rugby. No one falls down clutching his leg, screaming in pain. A game of sevens lasts 14 minutes; there just isn’t time to acknowledge your pain. The opponents are prepared to kill themselves and each other on the pitch, but off it they are friendly: who understands you better than your enemy?
What Wolfie is doing: bad acting.
There’s something I have to tell you about Andrew Farrar.
That. I asked him if he was committed to the tail (buntot). He said his girlfriend likes it so he’s keeping it.
Harry believes the Philippines could’ve beaten and will beat Japan, Sri Lanka, Kazakhstan with certain vital adjustments. The RP team has to play together regularly and often. So Justin, Patrice and Harry are looking for a European rugby team that will take all three of them.
At the closing dinner each team handed out awards to its players. Justin was named the Coach’s Player, Noel (who is himself the manager of the Cebu Dragons rugby club) the Manager’s Player, and Patrice the Players’ Player.
Ned had his picture taken with all the girls. Ned is a teenage boy.
After the closing dinner Chris and Andrew Everingham hung out with their dad, who had flown in from Australia to watch the tournament. I’ll have to check this factoid, but I think every Philippine rugby team has had at least one set of brothers in it, be it the Lettses, Duhigs, Saunderses, Morrises, Zappias, Everinghams and so on.
Our exclusive coverage of the Philippine Volcanoes at the Borneo 7s, brought to you by JessicaRulestheUniverse.com and Globe Telecom, ends tomorrow. What ever shall we do until the next tournament.