We were playing some team or another and were losing (how unusual !) but only just (again, how unusual...). There was a break in play and as pack leader/skipper/loud mouth I decided to inspire the forwards and urged them to greater things. In particular I said to Paul that he cold take the opponents apart if he got really fired up, if he really took the game to them, with his strength and ability we'd be bound to make lots of ground. I stared him in the eyes and said "Right from this scrum, I'm going to pick up the ball and charge at them and i want you to be right up behind me". Paul nodded and I could see the determination in his eyes. So, I did my bit and as i fell over (sorry, got stopped by a vast number of tacklers after making lots of ground) I saw Paul rampaging up to the ruck, a ferocious sight as he stormed into the ruck, cleared everybody out of the way and left perfect ball for our backs (the girls) to go and score........ Only problem? In the fury that was Paul he not only cleared them away but left me with a bloodied and broken nose ......... "sorry Goodgie, but you said to hit the ruck really hard with everything......".
He was a fantastic, warm, generous person with an infectious smile and sense of fun. And his death is a loss.