All Blacks since 1968

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Surname	First names	Known by	AB No,	AB years	AB Games	View
Leslie	Andrew Roy	Andy	731	1974 - 1976	29	view
Leti-I'iga	Ayesha A		201	2018 - 2024	24	view
Levave	Sanita D		177	2014	5	view
Lienert-Brown	Anton Russell		1153	2016 - 2024	85	view
Lister	Thomas Norman	Tom	673	1968 - 1971	25	view
Little	Walter Kenneth		898	1989 - 1998	75	view
Little	Paul Francis		622	1961 - 1963	29	view
Liua'ana	Rebecca K		93			view
Lochore	Brian James (Sir)		637	1963 - 1971	68	view
Loe	Richard Wyllie		881	1986 - 1995	78	view
Lolohea	Atlanta Georgia Nautufunga		261	2024	5	view
Lomax	Tyrel Shae		1180	1918 - 2024	44	view
Lomu	Jonah Tali		941	1994 - 2002	73	view
Lord	Josh Matthew John		1199	2021 - 2024	7	view
Love	Phillipa E A	Pip	179	2014 - 2024	29	view
Love	Ruben Tamiti		1223	2024	1	view
Loveday	John Kelman		787	1978	7	view
Loveridge	David Steven	Dave (Trapper)	791	1978 - 1985	54	view
Lowen	Keith Ross		1020	2002	1	view
Luatua	Dolph Steven	Steven	1121	2013 - 2016	15	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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