Rugby and the irrational stuff of nationhood
It's a time to suspend judgement and back ourselves, writes Aspasia Karras
Like every person and their mother, I have been watching David Beckham tell all(ish). Two things struck me: first, how single-minded he had to be to succeed at that level. Obviously he was blessed with a preternatural talent and a father who poured his entire frustrated footballer’s obsessive compulsive disorder into the kid from the moment he could form the word “ball” and then kick it with his tiny, absurdly skilled foot...
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