Chris Evans

Then Once upon a time, in what feels like a galaxy far, far away, I swanned around as a healthy and fit rugby captain, head boy and general fancy pants. All that mattered in life at the weekend was rugby, girls and beer. In assorted order depending on the time of day. And I only fell over because I was tackled or on my fifth pint. Not, as is now the case, because of a progressive illness attacking my central nervous system.   Now Fast forward on my storyline and after a gap of some thirty years I am, at last playing a contact sport again. Wheelchair Rugby. Still known in some countries by its original name, MurderBall (!). And […]