...is how we used to address our teacher back in the 80s. As a young lad with undiluted passion for the beautiful game I was intrigued to hear what 'Mr McGeechan' would have to say about his time both teaching at a middle school in Leeds and playing for his country at the same time (no mean feat).
Yes it's not as fluid as more accomplished authors and yes some of the factual elements are a little wide of the mark but my small part in the history of Mr McGeechan was enlightening and us 'donkeys' and 'fairies' (forwards and backs) were never fully aware of the time and commitment he gave to making our start in the game of rugby the most enjoyable and educational it could be.
His memories of Firtree Middle School were a revelation and it's not every day that a sports personality will hold this time in their lives in such high esteem. To this extent I am aware that he still meets with his old teaching chums from then too.
Thanks Mr McGeechan! You infused me with a passion that holds true today and forever more and for that I am truly grateful.
Not a bad read either Sir.
Yours, Nick Brown aged 38 and a half. Firtree Primary School, Leeds 1981-85.
PS. I'll be reading this next with added conviction.Ripley's World: The Rugby Icon's Ultimate Victory Over Cancer