(May 2016)
Back when I was a teenager and still took
rugby, or indeed anything other than childcare and the concomitant challenge of
trying to fashion some sort of ‘me time’, seriously, the two best clubs in
England were Bath and Leicester. Growing up near the latter, they were, and
still are, my team of choice (indeed, I was briefly a member of their protozoan
academy, in the brave new world of those immediately post-amateurism days). While
the Underwood brothers were clearly the star attractions, the members of the
ABC club (the world being neither brave nor as yet new enough to convince the
Tigers to adopt numbers instead of letters on their shirts) were the kind of
club stalwarts who inevitably rose to fan favourite status, and of whom none
were more stalwarty than Darren ‘The Baron’ Garforth.
