All Blacks since 1968

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Surname	First names	Known by	AB No,	AB years	AB Games	View
Gago	Grace Leaso Florence		253	2023	1	view
Gallagher	John Anthony	Kipper	879	1986 - 1989	41	view
Gard	Philip Charles	Phil	699	1971 - 1972	7	view
Gardiner	Ashley John	Ash	728	1974	11	view
Gatland	Warren David		892	1988 - 1991	17	view
Gear	Hosea Emiliano		1079	2008 - 2012	15	view
Gear	Rico Levi		1043	2004 - 2007	20	view
Gemmell	Bruce McLeod		729	1974	5	view
Gibbes	Jonathan Brian	Jono	1038	2004 - 2005	8	view
Gibson	Daryl Peter Earl		985	1999 - 2002	19	view
Gillespie	William David	Dave	586	1960	13	view
Going	Sidney Milton	Sid	655	1967 - 1977	85	view
Going	Kenneth Tautohe	Ken	742	1974	3	view
Goldsmith	Jasin Alexander		893	1988	8	view
Goodhue	Elias Jack	Jack	1165	2017 - 2019	19	view
Gordon	Steven Bryan	Steve	896	1989 - 1993	18	view
Gordon	William Robert	Rob	906	1990	3	view
Grace	Cullen James		1192	2020	1	view
Graham	Wayne Geoffrey		792	1978 - 1979	8	view
Graham	David John (Sir)	John	593	1960 - 1964	51	view

Endorsement

When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.
When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks
Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight
You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?
Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?
Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s......?
With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!
Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!
It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?
Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates
Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin
Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!
Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!
And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!
From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood
When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle
And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected
If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course
And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again
You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

By Rupert McCall

Credit: Sutton & Epsom Bs

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