When I was fit and athletic, before I became fat and wheezy, I was a rugby player of some small skill. I played Number 8 for school, club and county, and regularly scrummed down alonsgside (actually, behind) one Ross Morrison, a similarly athletic fellow.
About a year after I last played with him, Ross was involved in a tragic and unecessary rugby accident that left him paralysed. While I discovered booze, smoking, and the love of a good sofa, Ross discovered inner strength.
Tomorrow it will be announced that he's in the GB Wheelchair Rugby squad for the London Paralympics
Very proud of an old friend and wanted to share the news.