It’s the dawn of a new season. Hope springs eternal in every ruck – our hopes are as high as our leaps.
Every ruck wishes to show aggression, skill and thirst for the contest. There are no squibs among us (well maybe one or two, but I won’t name names). We are a band of outcasts – misunderstood...
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